ntering a garden center in spring stirs senses that snoozed through the winter. I anticipate the wave of warmth that spills from the door, but the humidity startles me. After a winter of
crisp dryness, the saturated air is hard to breathe. I pause and take a deep breath rich with the aroma of potting soil, wet concrete, sweating vegetation, and chicken manure. I want to move in and live beneath a potting bench. Today, many of us visit the nursery thinking of bugs—
not how to kill them but how to plant for them, protect them, entice them to spend time in our spaces. We want plants that produce nectar and pollen, plants with leaves that make good snacks, and plants that provide homes for our tiny companions.
