Wendy K. Laidlaw

I want to tell you the tale of two plants.

You may or may not know, but I'm an avid plant lover.

If you were ever invited to visit my apartment, you may feel as if you've been walking into a botanical gardens.

I have plants everywhere.

In addition to the healing benefits of plants producing oxygen and removing some carbon dioxide in our environment, they also look really good.

They soften a room and just bring it to life.

I like to have some connection to nature when I'm working from home every day and that kind of makes me feel like I'm almost outside, especially in Scotland where the weather is pretty lousy most of the time.

But it fills me with joy to watch them grow and sprout new leaves.

For women who are invited into the End of Us Academy in the advanced section, I actually ask them to go out and purchase a peace lily plant.

Because for me, it's a plant called the peace lily that takes centre stage in each every one of my rooms.

They just adore the abundance of light, in particular my apartment, and grow at the rate of knots.

It's really hard to kill them.

In fact, they grow so vigorously and in abundance that last year I was forced to cut several of them in half and repot them.

As painful as it was to literally saw them in half, it was not long before they were merrily growing again and sprouting their impressive and elegant white flowers.

But I digress, if only to explain my love of houseplants.

If you're not into caring for plants, then I understand why.

But there may be a part of you right now that doesn't really want to continue listening.

But please do bear with me.

I will get to my point soon.

So I purchased two new plants a few months ago.