Four months ago, at twenty-one, my entire world fit into a bedroom full of leaves and soil. The shelves were crowded with seedlings, the windowsill heavy with sun-thirsty vines. I sold my first plants from that room, each one a small piece of my heart passed into someone else’s hands.What started as a quiet dream has grown roots deeper than I imagined. By 2027, I will step into my own greenhouse, a space built from early mornings, late nights, and the stubborn hope that something so small could become something whole. Every plant I raise carries my care in its leaves, my patience in its stems, and my love in the soil that holds it together.

This is more than a business to me. It is a living story, one that grows with every seed I touch and every plant that finds a new home. When you bring one of my plants into your life, you carry a piece of that story—my story—forward.

🌱 Grown with love, always.