I was obsessively picking up flowers and leaves from the ground in Ibiza. It’s a habit I can’t seem to break. I don’t ever see other folks doing it, although I know you’re out there. When I travel, my pockets are stuffed with flora. Tiny dry leaves and pollen float from my clothes as I go through airport screening. Stewardesses eyeball my botanical sketching shenanigans with inner giggles. Everyone stops cold when they flip through a Kaner sketchbook and get to the horticulture page. Makes it all worth it.
