What I felt while reading? These short texts were like small love letters:
Oh, dear flower, my plant, I put so much love and labour into you, but you treat me like this. Yet I love you so much, especially if I see you bloom only for a second.
“Auriculas make one greedy,” oh, yes, Auriculas are so pretty-pretty, best online images!!!
Columbine were darlings, too, in my search engine.
“William Blake would like my garden. It is a green mossy cabinet of floral curiosities where every ordinary bloom has a soul and is more bizarre than any black hole full of falling stars.” Duane Michals.
What I was thinking in the end of the book? I felt like this book does not acknowledge that climate change is happening, that we are facing multiple other environmental problems, and acting as if we do not understand why native plants are good for ecosystems. It was a strange world, and I do not know this world where you would fly to another country to get a specific plant. Trophy hunting
It is agood idea to cultivate environmental stewardship through hands-on gardening, but could we have a bit less of that trophy hunting?
WTF, daddy references?