I have a very bad track record with plants. House plants, plants in my yard – you name it, I’ve killed it. The only plants that can survive around here are the ones that can fend for themselves. Otherwise, they tend to die from neglect or drown in my smothering.
The only two house plants that I’ve ever had luck with are the Mother-in-Law’s Tongue and a Tillandsia air plant. Both of them have survived years with little to no attention. Coming up on it’s 3 year anniversary with me, the Mother-in-Law’s Tongue is thriving. I remember once every three or four months to water it, and it’s still growing and producing new offshoots. It loves me. It really loves me!
My air plant has lived its year-long life with the same experience. It sits in a glass terrarium, hanging from my dead tree (see? I kill things), and I remember to give it some water every few months when it looks sad. I soak it in some water for a few hours and then it perks right up.