Move the tall one over that way. And the short this way. That one needs more light than this one.
Plants in my house, are in constant rotation- trying to find the perfect spot with the perfect amount sunlight. Inevitably some plants get a-bit pissed when I move them to the wrong spot.
It starts with some wilting. Then some dead leaves. I finally catch on to the plants cry for a relocation. One in-particular plant cried out so loud that I moved it back to it’s original position and wallah! She’s happy. Back to her perky-leafed self again.
It ceases to amaze me the life force in greenery that I surround myself with. I can judge how well I am attending to my own personal needs from the looks of their condition. Too busy to notice. Too busy to water. Just too busy.
When I realize I have been neglectful to water them, I feel an instantaneous rush that overcomes my body. Soon after providing most basic necessity of life for my plants, I sit down and enjoy a nice tall glass of water myself and realize that I too am an amazing life force that needs to be taken care of.