Cody is a gorgeous indoor palm who has a place close to my heart.
I’ve had Cody since he was a tiny plant in one of those little brown plastic pots at the Home Depot. Perhaps you may be wondering why a personal narrative has a houseplant in the starring role.
My reply would be why ever not?
To an unbiased observer, there may seem nothing particularly remarkable about this potted palm but Cody is extraordinary in many ways, some barely perceptible but nevertheless present. You see, Cody and I share the history and it’s no exaggeration when I say that drawing inspiration from this frondy friend helped pull me back from the downward spiral into depression.
It may sound dramatic but if we think about how people have been able to get a handle on the blues and derive a sense of comfort through their interactions with pets then a leap of faith to include those of the herbaceous variety might not seem in the realm of the impossible.
Cody, like me, has been through some…
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