The Plant Whisperer: Blooming in the Broken Glasshouse

After almost drowning once, I started hearing plants talk.

Ever since, weeding sounded like a slaughterhouse, and pruning branches felt like watching an amputation.

Yet because of it, I fell head over heels for all things green, spending every waking moment surrounded by flora.

After graduating with a degree in horticulture, I landed a job at the prestigious state botanical garden.

On my very first day, the head master arborist decided to cut down a hundred-and-twenty-year-old heirloom tea tree in the conservatory.