by Dennis Growing up as a Vietnamese-American child along with my twin sister and younger brother, we were exposed to many different...

by Jena Copley My grandparents have always been two of my favorite people in this world. My clearest childhood memories are from their...

by Julia Ajello My journey into plants and self-care started when I was sixteen. It was getting close to my oh-so-sweet sixteenth...

Even though I had seen pictures of the flower on the internet, I was shocked by its beauty. The color was so dazzling that it was almost imp

By Luba Markovskaia Over the past decade, I’ve become increasingly enthralled with the plant world. In my early twenties, gently egged on...

by Tanisha Williams My earliest memories of plants are the beautiful African violets (Streptocarpus sect. Saintpaulia) my...

By Violet My grandfather kept a small garden when I was a child. He grew tomatoes and yellow peppers. We made a trip of going to the...

by Carly Ziter This is a tree love story. Or perhaps more accurately, a tree love letter. An overdue thank you to the tall, strong,...

Over the past few weeks, we have shared Plant Love Stories written by the students in Chris Martine's Field Botany class, Taught at...

by Kendyll Hazzard Recently I found myself along the side of a road, learning about ​Betula papyrifera​, the paper birch, as a part of...

(A play on Keat’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn”) by Bonnie McGill I. Thou still unripened bride of sunshine Thou foster child of the South Your...

By Kathi Bletz Plant love memories draw me back to a rocky island in Muscongus Bay. Sunlight slices through the morning fog warming the...

by Kaushik Venkatesh In the rush to get home from college after our final exams, my roommate and I left our lucky “money plant” alone on...

By Matthew Steplewski Does Beefsteak sound like an appetizing name for a tomato? Are you always looking for a perfectly round, vibrantly...