Garden Graveyard

đŸĒĻ Garden Graveyard

In loving memory of the leafy lives I failed to keep alive.

This is where I honor the crunchy casualties of my chaotic garden era. They came, they sprouted, they died mysteriously while I was binge-watching reality TV. Some perished from love (overwatering). Some were forgotten like leftovers in the back of the fridge. All are remembered here.

I tried my best.
Sometimes.
Other times I said, “They’ll be fine,” and then disappeared for a week like a shady ex.

Either way, they were part of this botanical soap opera, and now… they are compost. ✨

đŸŒŋ Lessons from the Dead

They didn’t die in vain, they died on brand.

  • đŸšŋ Drainage is real. Plants don’t want to swim. This isn’t the Olympics.
  • 🔮 Vibes ≠ photosynthesis. Sun, water, and nutrients are actually necessary. Rude.
  • đŸĒ Avoid planting during Mercury Retrograde. Trust me. Your sage will get cursed.
  • 😐 “Low maintenance” doesn’t mean “no maintenance.” That’s how Larry the lavender met his end.

💌 Got a plant horror story?

Send it to me and I might give your leafy friend a VIP spot in the graveyard. Because no one should suffer in silence—not even a spider plant.

Let’s mourn together. Let’s laugh through the grief. Let’s make root rot funny.

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