With their large, floppy heads, newborns have a tendency to make us feel protective. A Fiddle Leaf Fig Tree is the indoor plant equivalent of a baby due to its large, spherical leaves. That the fiddle leaf fig has become the newest “it” house plant and that I recently fell in love with one (and that you will too, soon) and wanted to bring it home was probably inevitable. Could I, however, keep it alive?
Keep it in indirect light, the staff at the plant nursery said. additionally must wait until the soil in its pot is fully dry before watering it. The plant store owner also urged me to be cautious when transplanting it, not to put it in a pot that feels too big since it would panic out, and to sing it lullabies at night if it had difficulties falling asleep. To put it another way, this was a picky plant that required a lot of specific care. Great.
I scowled at the 4-foot-tall native to the lowland rain forests of West Africa as I made my way home (should I have buckled it into a car seat?). Suddenly, it appeared larger than it had done at the plant store. And yet more sensitive in certain ways. Had I really just dropped $49 on a plant that will wither and die in a week?
I have no chance of simulating a rain forest experience in a dry stucco home in Northern California. However, there was a ray of optimism. reflected light? I am capable of doing it. Only watery green light can be seen through the glass of my kitchen windows since the shrubs outside the windows of my neighbours are so tall and dense.
I parked into the driveway and, crossing my fingers, carried the plant inside to set next to the dishwasher. It was heavier than I had remembered. It appeared to be in good shape. filled the room completely. Perhaps it would even flourish.
The fiddle leaf tree wasn’t there when I went into the kitchen the following morning, though.
Do you know where my fiddle leaf fig tree is? Where had I last seen the plant, I questioned my husband, who was standing there.
My spouse asked, hardly glancing up from his iPhone, “Is that what that was?” “I relocated it since it was in my spot.”
“Your place?” I queried.
He explained, “It was obstructing the espresso machine.” Additionally, this is where I prefer to stand when tweeting.
He tweets frequently.
The living room is where I discovered the fiddle leaf fig tree. Even though it was positioned against a wall and appeared quite desolate, a curtain was there to block the view of the window. I reasoned that it would be secure there until I had the chance to come up with a long-term solution.
Isn’t it adorable? I questioned my spouse. Doesn’t it appear helpless and cuddly, like a newborn, but with large round leaves in place of large round eyes?
My husband said, “I prefer pups better than babies.”
At four o’clock the afternoon, tragedy struck. Sunlight began to enter through the window (southern exposure). The plant needed to be moved.
You don’t want to be hauling a fiddle leaf fig tree around the home. It is awkward. Additionally, it appears as though it could topple over at any time if proper balance is not maintained with a thin stem and those floppy leaves.
And actually? The ideal location for it was the kitchen. If only the plant and my hubby could share “the space.”
