Plant Love Stories: Submissions

Pass Down Those (Heirloom) Tomatoes!

May 8, 2019
3 min

Pass Down Those (Heirloom) Tomatoes!

By Matthew Steplewski Does Beefsteak sound like an appetizing name for a tomato? Are you always looking for a perfectly round, vibrantly red “off-the-vine” tomato? Think about the last time that you visited a grocery store hunting for fresh tomatoes. You were probably zooming through the vegetable section, looking for a perfectly bright red medallion for your homemade tomato sauce or salad. But did you ever wonder why every single tomato was so perfect? Well, I did. And let m

My Family and Fibonacci

Oct 17, 2018
2 min

My Family and Fibonacci

by Josée Methot “Can you remember a time when you experienced awe?”, asked my friend. My heart jumped: “yes, of course.” The sunflowers. As if on replay, my mind formed the image: my mother in her garden, her short frame delicate against towering sunflowers; their big bobble heads bouncing against the late summer sky. I was a kid and I was mesmerized. These weren’t just plants — they were giants. There was a village of giants in my backyard, and my mother was their overall-cl

Oh Where, Oh Where, has my monkey flower gone?

Jun 27, 2018
3 min

Oh Where, Oh Where, has my monkey flower gone?

by Kathy Kuebbing My plant love story starts in 2010. At the young age of 60 years old, I decided to take on a monster gardening project. After retiring to the beautiful Oregon coast and having more time to spend in the yard, I decided to transform a very weedy and ugly hillside into a native garden. I walked the hillside for months, thinking about what I could possibly be done to improve it. More importantly, however, I thought about how to prevent the hill from eroding away

Tomato love story

Feb 14, 2018
2 min

Tomato love story

by Mallika Nocco My parents became two opposite people every time we traveled to Bangalore, both trying to cram everything they missed about India into one month. They seemed to revert back into their adolescent selves, each staying with a set of grandparents three blocks away from each other, my father eating six meals a day to keep both his father and his mother-in-law happy. He would pick me up from my maternal grandparents’ house and take me in an auto-rickshaw to Gandhi