Even in NYC others want a connection with nature.  I was visiting my friend there and I noted facing one window were all kinds of houseplants.  Yes, you are surrounded by concrete pavements and buildings but others still desire that connection.  Sure there are parks in the City.  And they are well attended.  I remember going to one nearby my friend.  And huddled in one bush was a robin.  I never had seen one in February before.  It is so easy to feel divorced from the world God has created living in such a big city.  It is just a little bit harder there but the popularity of houseplants indicate but (???) every person wants that connection.  A world really never too far away.  There is the wind, the sun, rain and even snow and even the ubiquitous pigeon that remind you there (???) nature is not too far away.  It just seems that way sometimes.

Your houseplants teach you patience.  As a rule, they are slow growing and if one starts to falter it might take awhile for it to flourish again. You might have to move it to change its lighting, adjust the amount of water you give it.

Then you have to wait to see how it responds. That usually requires time and patience. You know it is doing well when it has new growth and or flowers.

You always have to wait to see if your adjustments to its care bares (???) fruit. And plants also know when you love them and there is little discord in the house.

“The Secret Life Of Plants” was a title of a book. And some may scoff at its premise but I believe the whole world is connected.  Nothing exists in a vacuum.

And you are well rewarded when you go to the trouble of learning how to properly take care of them. Each plant is different.  Like people.  I watch my plants carefully.

And I mourn when I failed one. And it dies. Your house plants always teach you patience.