My Plant Propagation Obsession
One pothos cutting turned into seventeen plants. Send help (or more jars).
It started innocently. I snipped a pothos vine that was getting too long, stuck it in a jar of water, and forgot about it. Two weeks later: roots. Actual roots, growing in my kitchen window.
That was six months ago. I now have 23 jars of propagating plants lined up across every windowsill in my apartment. My friends stage interventions. I accept more cuttings anyway.
The magic of propagation is that it's free plants. You take a cutting, you wait, nature does the rest. No seeds, no soil (at first), no fancy equipment. Just water, light, and patience.
The moment you see that first tiny white root emerging from the node — that's the hit. That's what keeps you going. That's why I now own 40+ plants and zero counter space.
the messy middle
the cutting
roots appearing