Monsoon arrivals: who showed up in the pots this year
Three weeks of afternoon storms and every bare patch of soil sprouted something. A census of the newcomers, and which ones I let stay.
Notes on the plants nobody planted, kept from a ninth-floor balcony.
Three weeks of afternoon storms and every bare patch of soil sprouted something. A census of the newcomers, and which ones I let stay.
Centella creeps into everything anyway, so this time I gave it a tray of its own. Shade, wet feet, and a harvest every ten days.