I had just finished an exhaustive Google Maps search for ficus retailers within a four-mile radius, when I can across this Washington Post article asserting fashionable urban millennials have been besotted with a fresh, frantic, near universal desire to fill their homes with plants. The piece is titled “Millennials…
My fixation with Australia began as a small child. I was convinced that the land down under was magical and filled with color, excitement, and amazing animals (we can thank to The Rescuers Down Under and Fern Gully for this). My mother also had a beautiful set of Australian Opals, so that helped fuel my imagination. A…
Another day, another something named after the famed voice of classy nature television Sir David Attenborough. This time it's an entire damned genus of rare African plants with "fleshy flowers." Sir David Attenborough sighs, looks at his Wikipedia page, wonders where he's gonna fit all this.
Um, the only that might make this better if it grew both chocolate and peanut butter. (Ladies, am I right???)
Vivid verdant backdrops dominate March's Anthropologie catalog, which showed up in mailboxes last night, and the tropical fever dream carries right into the clothes: Hothouse flowers splashed on swimsuits; palm-leaf print dresses. The shoes, however, should be burned like kudzu.
It may not look like much, but this network of bushes is one amazing plant. At 13,000 years old, the Jurupa Oak in California is the world's oldest living plant. Even cooler: it survives by cloning itself. [DailyMail]