The plants in my window have been known to reflect my state of mind. And that isn’t always a pleasant site. Throughout these last couple of years, with the despair of the global pandemic constantly looming, I have struggled to keep balance within myself. And this imbalance has sadly interfered with my watering schedule. These photos, while pleasing to the eye, may display what people were seeing on the outside, a content and well adjusted person. But to be completely honest, the lucid mask I was wearing began to slip many times, and simultaneously, the plants drooped. My tender care for these plants made me realize that I must do the same for myself, so I began to water regularly. Not only did these photos result, but, I am filled with sprouts on the inside. Self care is often found in the strangest of ways. My plants were telling me something, and I am grateful.