Not because it’s rare.
Not because it’s flashy.
But because, when that pure white spathe (the elegant “flower”) rises above the lush green leaves, it feels like a nod of approval from your plant.
“You’re doing alright.”
“You’re not killing me.”
“I feel safe here.”
And if you’re like me, you’ve had a peace lily that stayed green for months — even years — without a single bloom. READ MORE BELOW
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