08/20/2025
Hey everyone.
I'm not sure who sees this page, but just in case you do, I wanted to give an update.
As you can tell, I have been pretty absent. Between my daughter's care, our boys' extracurriculars, summer ending, school starting, and normal everyday living, life has been satisfyingly hectic. Though to be fair, my bar for ‘satisfying’ has dropped to ‘no one broke a bone this week.’(Looking at you, Conner 👀)
Now that everyone is back in school, I have a little more time to myself, which is sacred to me.
While I adore and love spending time with my children, this summer has me cooked. Much like my lavender plants, which are currently in rehab. They started out vibrant and beautiful, if not a little leggy, but unknowingly I used a soil that would essentially drown them.
Normally I overwater, so when I saw moisture-control soil I thought "Finally, I won’t kill a plant!" Spoiler: I still found a way.
With the help of ChatGPT (save the judgment like you saved your ex’s hoodie you swore you gave back), I figured out the kind of soil they actually need. Armed with terracotta pots and airy soil, I thought I was blessed by the plant gods when the corn sweat heatwave (yes, it's a thing) also broke and they started to show some life.
No.
If you know Ohio, you know that's not how it works here. The heatwave came back, cackling at my attempts to save my lavender babes while wrapping them in a humified chokehold (not *that* kind of choke hold Chelsea).
All the new growth was toast.😵💫
So I did what any plant lover does - I bought grow lights and moved them to my dining room table, because that's a totally normal thing to do.
I check them every day for any new signs of growth, and one seems to be coming back to life. What's funny about lavender is that it can look dried up and gone, but really just be dormant and resting while it waits for the right conditions to bloom again. Which brings me to the whole point of this story:
Much like the lavender that looks crispy and dead on the outside, I’m really just internally recovering and slowly sprouting again.
I feel ready to get back behind the mic, crispy edges and all. So if you've killed a few plants over the summer, or ever, stick around. You don't have to be healed to belong here-my lavender certainly isn't and she's still on the guest list.