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I’ll never forget the night I ran out of fresh basil at my favorite dispersed camping spot in Colorado. I was making trail pasta—my signature dish—and realized I’d forgotten the one ingredient that makes it actually taste good. As I sat there eating bland noodles, staring at my truck bed full of gear, a thought […]

I’ll never forget the first time I tried to grow flowers in my apartment. I had this tiny balcony—barely big enough for two chairs—and zero yard space. I assumed gardening wasn’t for people like me. Then I spotted my neighbor’s balcony bursting with color: cascading petunias, bright marigolds, and fragrant herbs spilling over mismatched pots.

I’ll never forget the first spring after I moved into my apartment with a tiny patio. I stood on that 6×8 concrete slab, coffee in hand, staring at the bare space and thinking about all the gardening I’d done at my parents’ house growing up. No yard meant no garden, right? Wrong. That’s when I

I’ll never forget the morning I trudged through six inches of snow to my back patio, convinced my little container garden experiment had completely failed. It was mid-January, freezing cold, and I expected to find nothing but brown, lifeless stalks. Instead, I pulled back a protective layer of mulch to discover vibrant kale leaves practically

I’ll never forget the first time I tried packing fresh herbs for a weekend camping trip. My basil plant was tucked into my cooler, convinced it could survive a rugged journey. By day two, that basil looked as tired as my feet after a long hike on rocky ground. That flop inspired a question: What