I used to think gardening was something you did in spring, harvested in summer, and completely forgot about by fall. I’d spend a frantic April weekend buying seedlings, shoving them into the ground, watering them religiously for three weeks, and then wondering why my tomatoes looked sickly by July while my neighbor’s vegetable patch looked …
Day: June 22, 2026
I still remember the day I brought home my first fiddle leaf fig. It was gorgeous—tall, glossy, the kind of plant that makes your living room look like it belongs in a design magazine. I named it Frank. I watered Frank every single day because, well, plants need water, right? I put him right by …
I remember the afternoon I walked into a friend’s apartment and felt an immediate sense of calm I could not explain. The space was not large. The furniture was not expensive. But every corner held a plant. A trailing pothos cascaded from a high shelf. A sculptural snake plant stood sentinel by the window. A …
I remember the spring I stood on my apartment balcony, staring at a single plastic pot that had once held a failed attempt at basil. The soil was dry and cracked. The remnants of the plant were brown and brittle. I had convinced myself that gardening was not for me, that I lacked the space, …