An epic about Benjamin
I discovered my love for plants only recently, when I bought a beautiful climber for fun and put it on the closet. Until then, I hadn't noticed any plants at all, as I simply wasn't interested, and I always wanted to have a climber.
Over time, I began to understand ‘what suits her’ and because she grew so beautifully, I made sure to pass the ‘for plants’ exam. I immediately started compulsively buying all the approximately green plants that came to hand.
That's how I met Benjamin. Benjamin is a species of ficus that has beautiful creamy-green leaves. He is more of a bush than a plant and as soon as I saw him I knew he was going home with me today. He was a very small but proud and bushy shrub. I placed it on the table next to the door and I remember my satisfaction at it. The following weeks I proudly explained about Benjamin to all who were willing to listen to me (as well as to those who were not), to which my grandmother tells me that this ficus is one of the most fucked up plants to maintain. And I still laughed at her, as if she knew what if I did now me plant expert.
Soon after, I noticed that something was wrong with Benjamin. Okay, I know the plants need some time to get used to, but now it’s been a month and it’s still throwing its leaves away. And it’s not just like that when I move it or shake the table, oh no! No matter what I was doing — spraying it so the gentleman would have enough moist leaves, going into the room / out of the room, walking past him, watering the plant next to him… one leaf fell, then another, another, another, Another…. until my proud Benjamin was just another plucked chicken. I was crazy and didn’t know what else to do at all. Whatever worked on the climber is not on Benjamin.
At this point, it finally dawned on me that it was time to stop listening to advice, reading tricks on the internet, and that it was time to start listening to Benjamin. It just doesn't fit on the table. Okay, basically Benjamins don’t like too much light, but let’s try to put it directly on the window sill. I placed it right in the middle of the shelf, in order not to blow it because I sleep with the window open to the statue. Luckily I don’t have a radiator under the shelf and I have the window glued, so I knew it wouldn’t be too hot and it wouldn’t have direct sunlight. However, I was very itchy that it would be too cold for him at night and that I had made a fatal mistake. However, I decided to wait a few days and monitor the progress. It’s been months and my Benjamin has fully recovered. The sun suits him incredibly and the cold doesn't bother him even in winter. I found that my Benjamin was extra sensitive to drafts and didn’t thrive on the table, due to the doors I kept opening and closing. However, not all Benjamins are the same, each is special in its requirements, just like each plant for itself. A little moving and observing works wonders!