A Photographer On How He Reclaimed His Time By Planting A Garden
When I was a kid, my mom had a single rose plant in the front yard that grew approximately two to five gorgeous roses a year. As perfect as they were consistent every spring, they were the crimson stars of our yard. I was always curious how she could love this single plant so deeply but never take the time to grow dozens more. Our yard was a patch of land that I always perceived as a complete anomaly and privilege in our south Seattle neighborhood, which consisted mostly of neatly placed public housing units where every square foot of