Tarynithia Glintmoor

I love the smell of basil crushed between my fingers. That sharp green hit. The way rosemary sticks to your hands.

I started gardening with a trowel, a bag of dirt, and zero idea what I was doing. You probably did too.

I hate finding holes in my lettuce. Especially when I know exactly who did it. You’ve seen them too (aphids) on your roses, slugs on your basil, something

I hate digging through ten apps just to figure out if my tomato plant needs more sun. You do too.

I’ve watched too many people stare at their backyard like it’s a math test they didn’t study for. You know the feeling. Grass patchy.

I’ve watched too many gardeners drown their tomatoes with well water they didn’t understand.

Gardening feels like guessing half the time. You water it. You wait. You panic when the leaves yellow. I’ve killed more basil than I care to admit.

I hate digging through app stores. You do too. It takes forever to find something that actually works. And half the time it’s sketchy.