Native Plants Are My Love Language
I’ve found that loving myself means letting myself love and delight in the things around me.
The Conquest of the Sower
Missionary Conquest’s colonialism for Christ is not exceptional at all.
The Banana Tree and Me
It seemed like half our kitchen had been taken up by the banana tree, bringing a bit of the tropics into snowy Wisconsin.
Coming Up Metaphors
You’ll see where this is going. The whole plants-as-metaphor thing is tired, I know, but it’s potent.
Drinking the Garden: A Day of Tea
I’ve grown to adore the process of crushing ginger, cardamom, and cloves in a mortar and pestle, of boiling the spices until the kitchen smells like heaven.
Marigold Offerings: A Quick Review of Cemetery Boys
A simple joyful book about young queer love and identity against the colorful kaleidoscope of traditions that makes up Día de Muertos is even more radical than anything considered highbrow right now.
Stayin’ Alive
As the dedicated plant owner that I am, I inadvertently left my succulents at the office for that entire time. For months, I completely forgot I even had plants.
The Language of Flowers: A Ranking
7. Clematis — mental beauty. For when you want to compliment your beloved’s ~inner beauty~, because you’re not like other suitors. 7.5/10.
Butterfly Weed!
But it wasn’t until I met Heidi that I started to learn how to truly delight in something as simple as knowing the name of a plant.
Rereading The Balloon Tree
I was enchanted by the idea of a tree that grew colorful balloons, and… and I’m not sure what else.
