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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I was enchanted by the idea of a tree that grew colorful balloons, and… and I’m not sure what else.
You grew the way trees have always grown, glorying in each new branch and stretching toward the sky to show them off.
Why is it that so much of culture and media supports the idea that success necessitates destruction?
USURP isn’t a very strategic play, but using it makes me feel like a level three English major.
As I stretch a yawn away, I reach for the daisy stem umbrella by the front door and step out to check the mail.