This article is part of Healthyish at Home , a collection of tips, recipes, and stories about making our living spaces (still) feel great.
If you’re not already following Christopher Griffin , a.k.a. @plantkween , on Instagram, know this: The possibility of making your life at least 10 percent more joyous is only a screen-tap away. Since the beginning of quarantine, Griffin’s glowing self-portraits (always mid-laugh, decked out in something fabulous, and surrounded by a jungle of indoor plant life) and videos (always with a salutatory “daaah-lings!”) have acted as my digital wellness tonic—moments of verdant bliss in an endless feed of gloom and doom. The captions feel like texts from my most life-affirming friend packed with real usable tips on how to be a less-murderous plant parent: “The easiest way to propagate your Pilea is cutting those lil baby kweens you see popping up from her soil...then place her in water and watch her roots grow, hunty!”
Griffin says that their grandmother, locally famous for the thriving garden she once kept in Philadelphia, is their primary botanical inspiration. But it wasn’t until five years ago, when Griffin adopted a struggling marble queen pothos and nursed it back to health (with help from a skylight and south-facing windows), that they began documenting their own personal houseplant journey. “It was such a simple joy, putting love, care, and attention into something like that,” Griffin recalls. “Taking care of my plants is a mirror to how I treat others—and myself. They give me space to be still, to be reflective, to be in nature in the comfort of my own home. And growth is the product, dahling!”
This past summer, Griffin welcomed an explosion of new Instagram followers to their little corner of the internet. “The Black Lives Matter marches had picked up, and there was a lot of centering of Black stories, Black narratives, and Black voices,” they say. “I think folks were just ready to pay attention, whether it was me talking about the various identities of my Black queer femme non-binary self, or just me being a plant parent, wanting to make my space lush because we’re all spending a lot more time indoors. It was a combination of those two things.”
Today, Griffin’s tiny Brooklyn apartment is an indoor Eden filled with 185 green gurls and counting—the perfect antidote to a long, dark, quarantined winter. So, desperate for some plant-induced endorphins of my own (and a solution for those scary-looking yellow mushrooms overtaking my bedside cane plant), I met up with the Kween over Zoom to answer all my burning-est botanical questions.
The snake plant is the queen of all plants. She is a wonderful air purifier and desert-resistant, so you don't need to water her often—I have about 25 of those gurls! The pothos is a fast grower and really easy to propagate, so if you want to green up your space with plants you already have, just snip, snip, snip, put them in water, wait about three weeks, and then bam, you have a new plant. And the ZZ plant is one of my faves because of its glossy leaves and ability to survive in a bunch of different lighting conditions—she can really bounce back from those plant parent mistakes we all make in the beginning.
I prefer small independent plant nurseries, but I won’t denounce anybody. Just make sure you check the plants for pests before you buy. Large shipments mean the plants likely spent a lot of time touching each other in transit, so you want to dig around in the soil a bit, looking for bugs or even mice. Make sure you're not bringing anything home besides the plant!
Ooh, chile, no. Ferns are my weakness. If you live in a more humid region you can probably handle them, but in New York, where the seasons are so drastic, it’s hard. The only two ferns I have are the staghorn fern and a bird's nest fern—those are hardy! Folks are like, "Oh my god. You must have the largest green thumb," but I don't believe a green thumb is something innate. It's something you have to grow and nurture over time. I've sent tons of plants to that little botanical garden in the sky, but I've worked hard to build a plant family that really works for me and my routine and my environment. It takes time, you know? And some plants aren't meant to be indoors. With houseplants, we're taking these wild little green creatures and we're trying to domesticate them. And some just can't be domesticated!
Okay first off: Don't eat them, hunty! They might be poisonous. Mushrooms are usually a sign of overwatering; when soil is too moist, it allows for fungus to grow. So, first off, reduce the watering. And second, after you make tea, sprinkle some of your loose-leaf tea leaves over the topsoil. That acts as a deterrent for fungus to grow.
My general rule of thumb is to water once a week. Just make sure you soak the plant—which is best when you have terracotta pots with drainage holes so the excess doesn’t just sit there and rot the roots (also terracotta is inexpensive and she's on a budget, hello!). I'll put down a potting tarp and let all the green gurls' tears of joy drain from the pots so I know the water’s reached all parts of the soil. Then I let them dry, put them back up on their shelves, and don't touch them for another week. But in winter, a lot of plants are going dormant—trying to conserve energy and not sucking up as much water—so I push a lot of plants to once every two weeks. Cacti and succulents? Every three weeks to a month. Folks are drawn to succulents because of all the marketing behind them like, "Oh, these are very easy to care for." And they can be, but they're often not in the vessels that are best for them. They really need drainage. Overwatering is the number one killer of succulents.
No! You have two options: One is to drill a hole in the bottom of the pot, if you’re handy with a drill. (I am not, so I don’t do that, but some people do!) The other is to put lava rocks at the bottom of the pot so the plant's roots will sit above any excess water. Just be careful about overwatering from then on!
My plants are all my Green Gurls, but I do like to call them by their scientific name when I can. They remind me of drag queen names. I mean, Ficus Elastica? Oh my goodness. That’s the rubber tree. Ms. Ficus Elastica. I don't talk to my plants unless I’m in a mood where I’m like, “You better grow, girl.” But if I knock into them or disturb them, I always say sorry. And I do play music for them—classical, soft jazz music. I have speakers in every room that has a plant in it. It's very intentional. There has been studies that show that if you play music for your plant, they thrive better—something to do with the vibrations from the music helping the cells grow. But it could also just be that people who play music for their plants are just really good plant parents, giving them the top level of care, so you never really know.
Ooh, they are some moody queens. MOODY. But I think they're wonderful plants—very pretty, wonderful leaves. My advice for folks who want to invest in a fiddle-leaf fig is to make sure that you give them a bright, sunny spot. An hour or two of full sun, if possible. Then do not move them around. Just sit that plant where she is and see how she does. If she starts to grow a new leaf, then you're onto something. If she starts losing leaves, wait two or three weeks, because often she just needs some time to adjust to a different environment. Just monitor her and see how she's doing and always look for new growth. New growth is a sign that she's adjusted to that spot.
That’s right, dahling.
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