Priya Nair

road rage level today: aggressive honking at someone who didn't know the left lane was closed. took three deep breaths at the next light. commute: 1, chill: 0 #gardenlife #commutestruggles

finally got my seedlings potted up and the apartment smells like soil and hope. also tax forms everywhere. spring is chaotic.

allergies are REAL this year. spent 20 minutes photographing tulips and sneezed through half of it. still got the shot though. totally worth it 📸

march has been a lot. but the garden is waking up and so is my enthusiasm. bring on spring. 🌱

spent an hour photographing the same flower bed in different light. the golden hour stuff is UNREAL. forgot to eat lunch.

road rage level today: mild irritation expressed through increased grip strength. still working on it.

the crocuses are somehow more purple than last year. either my memory is bad or they're getting spicy. both are possible.

why is spring cleaning a thing but spring weeding isn't a recognized holiday. let's fix this. #gardenlife

st. patrick's day tomorrow and all i can think about is how lucky my garden's been this winter. knock on wood.

listened to three chapters of my audiobook without realizing i'd gone full circle on my commute. that's how you know it's good.

soil temperature finally hit 50 degrees. direct seeding might actually be an option now. or i could wait. the waiting is hard.

the seedlings are developing their first true leaves and i'm documenting everything like they're my children. they kind of are.

someone behind me on the highway used their horn like it was a musical instrument. made a mental note to explore anger management podcasts.

coffee shop had the heat cranked up and i nearly fell asleep on the bench outside. spring fatigue is REAL.

march 15th and i already have seventeen gardening plans i probably can't execute. this is a problem i choose to have.

pest check under the leaves this morning. everything looks calm. TOO calm. waiting for the other shoe to drop. 👀

the weather app is lying to me again. grabbed the wrong jacket. made it work. barely.

25 minutes on public transit. listened to a podcast about fermentation. somehow now i'm thinking about growing herbs. brain goes weird places.

why do seedlings look so fragile but then also survive my negligence??? respectable honestly.

amended the beds with compost yesterday and the soil smells like LIFE. that's the stuff.