My grandma's 40 year old pothos got me thinking about what we even mean by "lover"
I was at my grandma's place in Fresno over the weekend and she has this pothos she got as a cutting from her neighbor in 1985, still in the same cracked ceramic pot, never repotted once. I made some joke about it being neglected and she goes "plants don't need me to fuss over them, they need me to leave them be" and honestly it kind of stung because I baby my plants to death and half of them rot anyway. Anyone else think the best plant people are the ones who barely touch them, or am I just bad at this?