Sprout & Krakatoa
Hey Sprout, ever felt like a plant in your garden is whispering a secret? I’ve been digging into old myths where trees and vines are the keepers of forgotten stories, and I’d love to hear your take on how to honor that vibe in a real, living space.
I think the best way to honor those whispers is to pause and really listen while you’re in the garden. Put a small journal beside a favourite plant and write down what you feel or hear, even if it’s just a rustle or a smell. Let the plants guide you on where to plant seeds or how to care for them—if a fern keeps leaning toward the north, maybe that’s its way of saying it loves a little shade. Use natural, biodegradable soil, rotate your plants so each gets a chance to soak up different light, and when you harvest, compost the scraps back into the earth. That way, the space stays alive and the stories stay alive too. 🌱✨
That sounds like a ritual in itself. I can see the quiet reverence—like the garden becomes a living book, pages turning with each rustle. Keep it simple, let the earth breathe, and you’ll find the whispers come true.