I’ll bring my notebook and a keen nose, because the trick is to listen to the soil and feel the leaves, not just look. I’m trained to notice the tiniest curl, the faintest scent, the odd shade of green that no one else seems to see. And if I’m distracted, I’ll remember that the universe has a habit of hiding the most fascinating plants where the light is just shy—like a shy little whisper in the understory. Let’s see who finds the most oddball before the sun takes its final bow!