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...

by Dave Sollenberger It is difficult for me to pinpoint where my love of plants comes from but if we abide by the often-quoted words of...

By Kausthubha Yaratha My memories of India are distinctly olfactory. Nothing can quite compare to the musky smell of the earth after a...

by Stephanie Frischie Here we are in February, the month of love being pushed up to front and center. It is as great a month as any to...

by Mary Johnson As a child, each year in mid-May I would walk to the edge of the woods on our property in New Hampshire to look for the...

by Faiha Khan Would you rub a prickly plant all over your face? Well, here’s why you should! I still remember the shock of watching my...

by Brittany This is Leo (middle). He’s a weiner dog that likes to eat my dad’s pepper plants. I wasn’t there when Leo first tried my...

By Lainey One of my earliest memories was of staring out the window of a daycare provider’s house, wondering how I ended up at this...

by Megan Presland I have only ever loved one tree in my life: the big, beautiful, gnarled apple tree that used to stand in my parents'...

by Richelle DeBlasio I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, and I remember becoming restless at the end of each school year. As the...

by Sally Lin Growing up, I always watched my grandma tending to many different plants in her garden. She had all sorts of plants. Those I...

by Mark Brunson My stepmother is a painter. Mostly she paints plants, especially hydrangeas. When she and Dad married (he was 87), a...

by Charles W. Bier I don’t know when I first began to really know trees. As a youngster, I was literally a snake-in-my-pocket sort of...