Service Description

Hi there! I’m your local Los Angeles plant sitter, which is like being a babysitter, except my clients are green, normally in pots, and don’t poop on the carpet. My job is to make sure your plants stay alive while you’re off doing important things like attending yoga retreats, filming TikToks, or sitting in traffic for what may actually be most of your adult life. The point is, you’re busy and your plants, can't water themselves.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Can’t I just ask my neighbor to water my plants?” Sure. You could also ask your cat to file your taxes. But unless your neighbor has worked at a nursery (I have) and knows the difference between “misting” and “accidental drowning,” your monstera is going to look like a soggy tissue by the time you get back. I’ve seen it happen. There were tears. From the plant.

I take my job seriously, even if I sometimes talk to plants like they’re old friends from college or sing to them like I'm Michael Bublé. I rotate them so they grow evenly (and don’t start leaning like they’re trying to escape through the window). I check their soil like a fancy sommelier inspecting a wine cork, and I make sure your plants aren’t slowly turning into compost piles because someone got too generous with a watering can. Plants are like that friend who says “I’m fine” but is actually withering inside. You have to know how to read the signs.

Being a plant sitter in LA also means I understand this climate. We’ve got sun, we’ve got smog, we have droughts, and we’ve got dry air that can turn a fern into a cornflake in under 72 hours. I can handle everything from diva orchids to fiddle leaf figs that haven’t had a sip of water since the Bush administration. If it has leaves (or even mildly plant-like intentions), I’m your person.

So if you want to go on vacation, or just pretend you’re going on vacation while hiding from your responsibilities in a hotel downtown, let me care for your plants like they’re my own children. No judgment, no brown thumbs, no wilted regret. Just healthy, happy houseplants waiting to welcome you home...possibly even happier than your dog. (But don’t tell him that.)