#cairo chronicles

Today was one of those garden days that felt both soft and strong — where every little task, every bloom, came with a quiet kind of power. The kind of day that reminds you how sacred slow, intentional living can be. How tending to soil and self, even in the middle of the city, can feel like ritual. I brewed my first ever compost tea, and you can’t tell me nothing now! I felt like a witchy urban…

House of Bleu Welcome to the Garden of Bleu — where soft life meets soil, and every plant has a story. What started as a few seed packets from Dollar Tree and some porchside daydreaming has officially turned into a full-blown botanical affair. Between the Miracle-Gro soil, coconut coir, and a whole lot of trial and error (plus squirrel drama), this little West Philly garden has grown into a…

House Of Bleu For weeks—months, honestly—Cairo had been asking me when we could plant flowers. He’s my little green-thumbed baby, always curious, always watching the world wake up. But as much as I wanted to dive in with him, we had to wait. So we had “the seasons talk”—you know the one. The “gardens need patience, timing, and don’t really enjoy the snow or biting cold of winter” kind of talk.…