by Melanie Sievers In a black document box up on a top shelf, there is a little plastic bag containing three tiny black seeds from the mu...

by Richard Ekeng Ita Lying deserted inside the quiet ground Relying solely on the climate found Plying its trade without cause to worry...

by Dr. Lizz Waring This story is the written form of Lizz's wonderful, engaging talk in the Plant Love Stories session at the 2019...

(A play on Keat’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn”) by Bonnie McGill I. Thou still unripened bride of sunshine Thou foster child of the South Your...

By Kathi Bletz Plant love memories draw me back to a rocky island in Muscongus Bay. Sunlight slices through the morning fog warming the...

by Dave Sollenberger It is difficult for me to pinpoint where my love of plants comes from but if we abide by the often-quoted words of...

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

by Brittany This is Leo (middle). He’s a weiner dog that likes to eat my dad’s pepper plants. I wasn’t there when Leo first tried my...

Pilar Santamaría Motta Los verdaderos guerreros no suelen usar cascos ni armas, sino semillas y tiempo... Dodonaea viscosa, Hayuelo...

by Becky Barak Seed germination is like magic. Seeds seem like nothing. Small, brown, and dry, it’s easy to forget that they’re alive....