Dear Readers,

Very very similar to most of you, I’m a gardener too or perhaps ‘plant lover’ is a better option of phrases. My love affair with crops began not lengthy again or perhaps it was at all times there, deep in my bones like it’s for many of you, ready to be realised.

Being introduced up in Mumbai (then Bombay), there was at all times too little house and too many issues to do in a day. In the each day lifetime of a pupil in India’s quickest metropolis there was little or no time to cease and odor the roses, however these few outings to the Hanging backyard, Sanjay Gandhi National Park, or the Aarey Colony are nonetheless vividly etched in my thoughts. The sudden drop in temperature across the timber, the rustling of wind by the leaves, the vivid colors of flowers, the elusive butterflies – I keep in mind all of it. Add to this our yearly journeys again dwelling to the North of the nation throughout summer time holidays, the place afternoons had been spent in household owned mango and litchi orchards climbing timber and the need or ache for having greenery round me simply grew.

Neither the concrete jungle round me, nor the rising lack of time allowed me the freedom to reduce my ache for greenery. This is the purpose in my life the place I moved to the Konkan belt for my research and anybody who has seen Konkan in monsoon is aware of what I’m speaking about, after I say – inexperienced is the color of life! You stay in Konkan and don’t fall in love with greenery is a extremely unbelievable idea – you possibly can think about what it did to my inexperienced starved coronary heart.

Then got here my transfer to Pune and from right here grew my backyard. The comparatively slower and extra idyllic life, abundance of house in my new dwelling, glorious climate, and the abundance of nurseries all helped push me on my gardening journey, and boy was I lacking out! Growing crops is a pleasure that can not be defined solely skilled, it’s not one thing drastic that hits you someday, moderately it grows on you and makes you’re feeling as if it was at all times there.

There is not any higher love story than you and your first plant. For me, my first plant was the Boston fern – the feathery leaves, the gorgeous shade of inexperienced, and its bushy type pulled me in. It got here to me in a 5 inch planter and over a span of three years the plant grew to virtually two and a half toes throughout in diameter with such lush leaves that even I’ve no rationalization for it, could also be crops do perceive love and reciprocate or first plant really is identical as old flame. It would possibly as properly be the earliest means of exhibiting love –  our first pets, our first décor, and our first help system because the starting of time.

The pleasure of seeing the primary leaf spring up underneath your care, the primary flower bud and unfold its petals, the primary butterfly in your backyard, and the primary time a plant overgrows its authentic planter are all milestones that can not be replicated. The love for crops is one thing that has solely grown for me and no new plant appears sufficient – I at all times need yet one more.

Heart Hoya in a ceramic planter

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Science explains this love as biophilia – our innate points of interest to residing natural world. Being subsequent to crops releases serotonin (the glad hormone) in our physique and it caresses and eases our soul. Getting your arms soiled within the mud, touching leaves and flowers, and these roots are a love affair. There are some issues that can not be really put in phrases and the emotions crops evoke are that. If you don’t consider me, take a look at the floral mattress and cushion covers, botanical prints in your partitions, and your trip photographs – all of us are searching for nature in our personal means.

Every valentine day my husband offers me a flowering plant – and I’ve all 4 of them with me, they maintain a particular place in my coronary heart. Every time these crops flower they remind me of the love we share and I’m so grateful he didn’t get me bouquets that will wilt in a day or two or knick-knacks that will collect mud on the shelf. My valentine crops develop with time, identical to our love and life – what could possibly be a greater illustration of affection than a plant that grows with us. So ditch these clichés and reward your self and your beloved’s a plant – begin your personal love story.

– Sneha

Happy Valentine’s day!

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