Despite the utter lack of greenness in my thumb, I always imagine having a small patch of green- anywhere, any way- around me when I finally get my own place in the future. I always sense an advancing herd of zombies on their way to attack, thus this fixation with plants. Taking a cue from that annoyingly addictive game from last year, I need plants to defend myself from impending, full- on zombie attacks every now and then.
Surely this isn’t some preposterous need for:-
a. (literally) a breath of fresh air
b. a natural piece of beauty nearby
My best friend in LA sent me The Selby’s book for my birthday last year. The most inspiring spaces always seemed to have pockets- if not pots- of plants and vegetables, or some very cool backyards. I wish I had any one of those.
And probably one excellent gardener on speed dial.
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