I love gardening, growing, and surrounding myself with plants. I’m always plucking and saving flowers and foliage, their bodies pressed between the pages of novels scattered throughout my home. Sometimes, I open the spine of a cookbook, or a bundle of Mary Oliver poems, and like the letting go of autumn, forgotten orchids and ferns tumble out, their preserved beauty asking to be remembered.

So, that’s what I do. I honor and remember them.