The Plant Thief
It’s fine it’ll grow back, just do it
I have a confession. I’m a thief. Nothing big — don’t get me wrong — no grand larceny here. It’s something I learned from my grandmother.
I love stealing plants.
I can’t help but steal a cutting or if I see a small enough plant I will, 80% of the time — especially if I see good roots — take a plant.
Sometimes I’m nice about it, I’ll ask, especially if there’s an owner around. But that’s just a courtesy. I live in a small town in Brazil that’s surrounded by mountains. So many people here love taking care of and sharing their plants. Whenever I see someone with a plant, they’ll usually meet my request with a spoon or a knife to help dig out the plant.
I love growing plants. I love watching roots develop. I love watching them grow new leaves. I love it when they start taking off and have three new shoots growing at the same time. I love moving plants over to a new pot when they grow too much. I love seeing plants flower.
I — LOVE — growing plants.
So I’m taking that cutting. I’m gonna fill a cup partly with some water, and I’m gonna watch that plant grow roots. There are times when I leave my house with a pocket knife and eye open to look for some plant to take. Some times I’ll only find some flowers to take home and keep in a glass cup for a few days, and that’s enough. It brings a fresh aura to the house, even when there’s no aroma.
I’m gonna bury that plant and watch it grow so much it breaks through the pot. The ones that seem to do this the quickest for me are the small ones! The plants that grow the fastest have always been the ones that are small enough to take root in a small pot.
If I don’t have a plant pot, anything vaguely shaped like one will do, my go-to is usually just a plastic bottle, but shoes, buckets, hats — whatever, I’m gonna stick some dirt in it, lay back and watch roots bust through it.
I leave my plants out in the open. I hope if you ever see something little growing, you’ll get your hands a little dirty and take it home too. I hope when you see something starting to get to a good size, you’ll bring it home and it will bring light to your space, just like it did for mine.
I’ve lost the ability to come home without at least having looked for a plant to steal. I’m hoping one day my house will become a forest in its own right, but until then I’m stealing whatever plants I see on the road.
Steal plants too. Watch them grow. If they die, try some new things. Learn, study, experiment. For me, it was always something that helped me bond with my grandmother. We often talk about which plants we have, give each other tips on how to take care of them and give each other cuttings. She’s the one who showed me some time ago to reach into the dirt and just grab them.
When you’ve gone through the experience of showing something the basic required attention, you’ll understand why I steal plants too.
The next time you see a plant, why not steal a branch and see if you can make it grow roots? As long as you’re only taking a small amount it won’t harm the plant — in some cases (like basil or mints) you’ll be triggering new growth in the plant.
This world needs more green. This world needs more people taking the initiative to grow something.
