I’m Eleanor and I love growing things.
I grew up in gardens and around gardeners. I have vivid memories of exploring my nana’s garden at their North Yorkshire Moors cottage in England where I was born; of helping my mum as a kid in our vegetable garden in Minnesota, where I got paid 5¢ for each Colorado potato beetle I squished. The first flowers I ever grew were zinnias, marigolds, and sunflowers in a tiny patch of dirt my dad dug up for me behind our house next to the big garden. In each apartment I’ve lived in as an adult, I’ve managed to find a way to grow something—even if it was just herbs in my kitchen window.