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

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 Olivia Clark As the daylight shortens, I say my goodbyes to the color that fills the most joyous and memorable moments in my life -...

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 Keighley R. I'm a plant person, in as much as anyone on this site is a plant person. For me, plants are the right amount of...

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 Kathleen Carroll I spent the first 17 years of my life exploring the Sonoran Desert, the land of towering saguaro cacti and...

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

by Melissa Serenda I met the [botanic] love of my life around fifteen years ago, at the greenhouse of my local garden store. I always...