By Alex Johnson When I was growing up, my grandparents lived in a very 70s-esque house just a few minutes down the road, on the...

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

by Ambreen Salah I always knew this elegant, graceful, colossal beauty in my courtyard would be my companion for life. Since the time I...

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

by Judi Moore Latta On Graduation to Your Future. (To Jaz) 5/22/20. (Three days before the murder of George Floyd) You walked into our...

by Riley Rackliffe My fingers itched. My index finger was becoming raw from handling strands of lights as I worked them into the dense...

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 Kayri Havens I’ve heard that a great plant love story is a lot like a country song…it’s good to include a grandma. So how does my...

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 Cheryl Moorhead Stone My grandmother, Grammy, was a back-to-the-earth hippie decades before the actual movement started in the 1960s. ...

by Isabel Acevedo One of my earliest memories of my Ama, my mother’s mother, is of her wrist: impossibly smooth skin always enclosed by a...

by Mikayla Mason My name is Mikayla Mason and I have absolutely no memory of a time in my life when I did not love working with plants....

by Jessya Both of my grandmothers lived with me growing up. My parents were immigrants and soon after they established themselves they...

by Becky Barak Many of my plant love stories are actually stories about teachers that helped me see the world in a new way. High school...