I love house plants. Love, love, love them. I never really feel at home unless there’s a bit of life around and plants are so easy to take care of, so I tend to have a few. I even had a bunch in my last apartment where I hardly had any sunlight (NE facing basement – I had a little sun in the morning, but mostly kept my blinds shut so no one could see in). I wouldn’t say they grew, but they survived: there was just enough warmth and just enough sun to keep them from dieing.
Plants love my current apartment. They get enough light in the winter to grow a little and be relatively happy, and loads in the summer. Mine grew like monsters over the summer and, a few weeks ago, I finally decided to hack them back. Every thing got at least a little bit of a trim. Some things got replanted, and one decided it didn’t like how I was treating it, so it died.
My thyme, mint and basil seem to have enjoyed the pruning. They’re all growing beautifully and tasting delicious. I even have some baby basil plants growing, thanks to saving and planting the seeds my plants made over the summer.
The lavender died. It was doing well for a while, then suddenly it gave up. So, I bought a Christmas cactus (I love them and have been meaning to get one for a while).