Today it appears I’m an Accidental Druid and part-time Plant God. This morning, in a fit of what I can only describe as botanical lunacy, I took a rose cutting and rammed it into a banana. Not for storage. Not for snack garnish. But as a womb. A vessel. A pulpy, potassium-rich cradle for what … Continue reading Rosana Begins: A Banana, a Rose, and a Prayer