Nobody, only me...
My father would put concrete everywhere, my mother kills all plants who touch and my brother..........pfff!!!
BUT my fatherly grandpa was a farmer and my maternal grandma loves plants.
I started to love plants when i was in depression....one day i decided to try to save the plants that my mother was killing. I saw that with a little bit of love and of care they could recover. So i tought to buy some other plants for expand my garden.
One day one cactus showed some little black balls. I went to florist but he told me that them were the beginning of flowers. After 2 week i came back to florist beacuse the plant was in critical condition, and only in that moment he said me it was attacked by lices.
I tried to save in all ways, but the cactus didn't give signs of life. I had to go in Poland (10 days), when i come back in Italy, i immediately went to see the cactus health, but nothing, it was the same. I thought to bin it, but when i take the vase, a little magnolia leaf (which covered in part the cactus) fell down and i could seen a new little cactus bud.
I thought in my head: "This plant has risked to die, but with me at side, it has tried to fight against death and it has won. And me? I have a fantastic family, i'm not alone, i want get out to depression!"
The plants taught me to live
ps: Sorry for my bad english