The deadnettle is the Punxsutawney Phil of the plant world: short of stature but stout of heart. At the first hint of winter's wane, its stem rises from the ground, and a green, grasping hand of sepals unclenches to divulge… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
“You and I are going to work our asses off, teach them shit over and over, risk our fucking lives for them, and they… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
Men and women study things differently, and it's not because of our chromosomes. It's a product of our cultural conditioning. — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
One thing that was very important to me was that I felt comfortable in the lab from being very, very small. I knew that… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
If every seed turned into a plant, we'd be living in a very different world. — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
The live oak can grow sturdily on the hottest hills of central California, contrasting dark green against the golden grass. — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
I grew up playing with kids who were the kids of people my parents grew up playing with, and they know me like nobody… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
The world breaks a little bit every time we cut down a tree. It's so much easier to cut one down than to grow… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
For a tree, to endure four months of daylight is like you or I going without sleep for four months. — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
I feel like I'm the same scientist I was back when I couldn't get a grant. Now I'm that same person thinking that same… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
Plants are decisive to a fault. A stem produces a bud that flowers once and once only. It offers pollen that is either dispersed… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
Even a very little girl can wield a slide rule, the cursor serving as a haft. — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
