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Apparently I'm supposed to be a "collector" now
I read something recently that made me put my brew down.
According to one of the big garden trend reports doing the rounds this year, houseplants are now officially "the fastest-growing category of collectibles." Not plants. Collectibles. Right up there with vintage cameras and those little Labubu things everyone's clipping to their bags.
And the line that really got me was this: plant collecting is "the new Pokémon."
Same buzz as gaming, apparently. Achievement, progression, gotta-catch-'em-all.
One report reckons 41% of Gen Z now call themselves plant collectors rather than plant owners.
Now, look. I'm not here to be the grumpy one at the party. More people loving plants is a genuinely good thing, and I've banged on plenty about how the boom has made rare plants cheaper and easier to get hold of. I'm all for it.
But something about the "personal museum" framing rubs me up the wrong way.
Because here's what happens when a plant becomes a trophy instead of a living thing. You buy it for the flex, not the care. You chase the next variegated whatever before you've learned to keep the last one alive. And you end up with a windowsill full of plants you don't actually know, slowly declining while you scroll for the next hit.
I've been there, by the way. Early on I bought plants purely because they looked impressive in a photo. Half of them died. Not because they were difficult, but because I never bothered to understand them. I was collecting, not growing.
The plants that have stuck with me for years aren't my rarest or my most expensive. They're the ones I've repotted three times, rescued from the brink, moved around the house chasing the light. The Pothos I've split into a dozen cuttings. The rubber plant that's outlived two house moves. Those aren't collectibles. They're more like old friends who've seen me at my worst.
So here's my gentle push-back on the trend of the year: by all means grow your collection. Fill the house. But grow it because you love the growing, not because a plant makes you look interesting at a dinner party.
A plant you can keep alive for five years says a lot more about you than a rare one you killed in five weeks.
(Am I being a miserable old sod about this? Hit reply and tell me. I can take it.)