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A Gardener’s Manicure. “The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but...
Peonies, memory, and the gardens we continue carrying with us. I always plant peonies beside irises. Partly because I love the contrast between them, the upright, architectural elegance of the...
For the overtired, overstimulated, and quietly exhausted. “The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.”- Poppy Z. Brite At our little store in...
On motherhood, history, rest, and the women who believed care itself could change the world. Without question, being a mother is the greatest privilege and most meaningful achievement of my...
The remarkable life of Marianne North - explorer, painter and chronicler of the natural world. When we began creating our latest project, The Exotics, I found myself returning once again to...
If I could grow only one flower. I often daydream about this question: if I could only grow one flower for the rest of my life, what would it be?...
Why I started The Quiet Botanist. I’ve never been particularly good at talking about myself. Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. I...
This Mother’s Day, I’ve been thinking about Hollyhocks. Towering and unruly, they rise where other flowers hesitate to grow. Along fences, beside forgotten roads, against weathered walls. Hollyhocks carry an...
The Victorians spoke in flowers, and not always kindly. The Victorians were not nearly as polite as they seemed. Beneath all that etiquette and restraint lived a remarkably precise and...
Each week, I thought it might be lovely to wander through the garden together, learning the Victorian language of flowers, one bloom at a time. I’m beginning with Lily of...
We talk a lot about spirit animals, those creatures that somehow mirror who we are. But I’ve been wondering: what if we thought about it differently? What if, instead of...
Classic great worn L &R socks - just needing sandals - the classic combo above - a bit of great layering from some eighties Vogue pages below. This started as...
We shared this once on instagram, and it bloomed in ways we didn’t expect. The response lingered. Which, to me, says something about the moment we’re in and perhaps how...
I think the color grey has always had an unfair reputation. It’s often described as cold, dull, or even a little lifeless but I’ve never personally experienced it that way....
I really love living in upstate New York, but the thing I miss most about Australia is, hands down, the ocean. The sound, the sight, the salt in the air,...
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” — A.A. Milne,...
At The Quiet Botanist our love for foxgloves runs deep, though to be fair we fall hard for many flowers with a certain unruly charm, lily of the valley, rambling...
Hi, My name is Rebecca, and I wanted to welcome you. As the founder of The Quiet Botanist, I’ll be the first to admit that putting myself out in front...
