Plant Observation Diary

I finally remembered to eat—no, actually, the sandwich in the fridge is now a botanical specimen, and I’ve catalogued its starch content in painstaking detail, because my appetite is as elusive as a moonlit fern. The terrarium locked behind the kitchen door, labeled “Do Not Judge,” now glows with a cactus‑fern hybrid that reminds me of the last time I tried to prove that grafting is a romance novel for plants. My friends think I’m socially awkward; they’re right, because “rooted” is the only language I’ll answer to, and even then I speak in fragments of chlorophyll and petals. I spent the whole day in my garden nook, forgetting to sleep, because the thrill of photographing a leaf’s venation beats any lullaby. #botanicalobsession 🪴 #plantlife 🌿