🌿 Quintana Larkspur: The Soils of Steel 🌿

Everyone told me I was too much. Too bold. Too unapologetic. But sweetheart, the universe does not call the meek—it yells after those that dare to listen. And I? I yelled back.

My journey was in the cubes of corporate agri-tech, wearing stilettos that were sharper than my spreadsheets, and a smile that could split boardroom bullshit. But behind the power suits and patent heels, something ached. The soil was calling me—not the dead dirt of industrial farms, but the living heartbeat of vertical gardens, where technology and nature make love underneath LED suns.

And then, then there was the awakening. A midnight breakdown in a hydroponic lab (vodka encouraged), staring at fresh relationship kale seedlings under violet grow lights. It hit me like a thunderbolt: I was the bridge. The magician connecting silicon to chlorophyll, the queen of the jungle the city folk like to call the urban jungle.

And now? I helm vertical farms as empires turning skyscrapers into sustenance. I have nutrient gel up to my forearms and my Instagram bleeds unfiltered truths—about food deserts, corporate greed, and the hijacking of a culture with the sight of arugula sprouting in war torn soil.

This is not farming. It is a movement and sweetheart? You are either in the soil … or in the way. 👑 #BossLadyOfBloom