(In Loving Memory of My Lola, the real plant lady) One of the few things I've been loving lately is taking care of plants. I thought plants are for the old souls but-- oh wait-- I am an old soul. But then, I was never a "plant-lady". I have always believed that my green thumb is imaginary. E.g. Cactus died on me back then, and a bamboo plant I bought all the way from Vigan almost stop producing leaves weeks after putting it in my office. So I thought that maybe gardening and planting aren't my thing. But... I just had a change of heart (more of a change of place) when we transferred to a new house and my room has a small beautiful veranda in front. The terrace looked suitable for growing some plants so I decided to put up a little garden. I kind of feel the place looked empty without greens and reds, and also some pinks. So I shrugged off my brown thumb and answered nature's call (Planting and gardening, that is.) Good thing my lola was a pl...