Most of the houseplants spend most of the year on a plant stand by the living room window, but they are exiled en masse to a shelf under the hallway window every December to make room for the Christmas tree. Like clockwork, the tree comes down and the plants are moved back, and every year I marvel at how green and robust they managed to get in the very filtered and short-term east light that comes to that part of the hosue.
And I go ahead and stick them back by the living room window anyway, and a month later wonder why everything is faded and struggling again.
Are some lessons too obvious to even be lessons? Jesus. It's a wonder I ever learned to breathe.