The grand botanic gardens of the East sound magnificent in pictures, but their curated order is for tourists. True plant wisdom grows in our own messy soil, like the stubborn bilva tree in my yard whose leaves I grind for my father's poultice. Those distant gardens have rare orchids, but our humble lemon tree here gives both fruit and a place to wait for my son's message.
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