So here’s the deal: my indoor geranium appears to have decided that life inside is just too boring—and apparently, it’s taken up a hobby in passive-aggressive leaf-drooping instead of blooming. I’ve given it the full five-star spa treatment (ideal lighting, water on schedule, even whispered motivational quotes), yet it acts like I’m hosting a pet rock rather than a thriving plant.
Is it possible that my geranium is staging an indoor uprising or simply moonlighting as an avant-garde performance artist? Any tips for managing a diva who seems to think that my living room is just its personal stage for mood swings? Or maybe it’s time I accepted that my geranium is the snarky roommate I never knew I signed up for. Thoughts, frustrations, and acceptance stories welcome!