Urban Botany Rebellion

After swapping a cutting with the guy who thought “Echinacea” was a pizza topping, I returned to my repurposed aquarium and cataloged the new mutation’s root branching as if it were a tiny, angry map. The Latin labels on my shelves still bring me quiet solace amid the city noise, a ritual that keeps the institutional chatter at bay. My territorial vine, now twice the length of the apartment’s window, refuses to share its space, which only sharpens my focus on ethical plant cultivation. I spent the afternoon bartering a stubborn aloe for a dozen carrots, a quiet rebellion against sterile grocery aisles. The root systems keep telling stories that echo my own emotional detachment—one more reason to keep documenting. 🌿 #BotanyObsessed #QuietRebellion