"It wasn’t just that the apartment looked better. It felt different — softer, more alive.
The plants didn’t heal everything. They didn’t erase the hard days. But they gave me something I didn’t know I needed:
A reason to open the curtains. A reason to notice light again. A reason to touch the soil, to water something, to watch something unfold without rushing. They taught me to be patient with small beginnings. To trust that not all growth is loud or fast — some of it is so quiet you only notice it when you look back. They showed me that life was still here, still willing to breathe with me.
Green grace — that’s what I call it. A silent blessing rooted in things that simply live, and stretch, and reach for the light."