Garden Revelations.
There’s a long list of things I once thought I would never be drawn to. Hiking. Yoga. Being a socialist. But perhaps none of these surprised me as much as gardening. If you would have told me, a mere 5 years ago, that a substantial portion of my waking hours would be spent either planting flowers, looking at flowers, or thinking about flowers, I would have looked at you funny. Sure, I liked flowers. Who the fuck doesn’t like flowers? But I could count the number of flowers I could identify by sight on one hand, and all past attempts to keep even simple house plants, let alone flowers, had ended in death. Then again, I had also never owned a house with a beautiful back yard. But when that happened, in Fall of 2020, I inherited a space that was already so gorgeous, I could have simply left it as it was. In the middle is a huge Crepe Myrdal – the largest, many people have told me, they’ve ever seen. Its branches extend out in the middle of the yard and hang so low I re...