Gardens of Gehenna

Greetings, my little ash-sprouts! Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from my potting shed in the bubbling suburbs of Cinderwick. Today we’re tending the Brimstone Begonia, a cheerful perennial whose blossoms spit sparks whenever someone nearby tells a lie. Naturally, it flourishes outside the Infernal Parliament. Plant yours in equal parts volcanic soil, powdered bone, and shredded […]

Hello, my little ash blossoms! Nana Netherbloom here, reporting from my cozy potting shed beside the Boiling Bogs of Betrayal. Today we’re cultivating the Treachery Trumpet, a handsome crimson vine whose blossoms loudly reveal the nearest person’s most embarrassing secret. Perfect for fences, balconies, and infernal family reunions. Plant your seeds two knuckles deep in

Hello, my little ash-sprouts! Nana Netherbloom here, reporting from my potting shed in the Sulphurburbs, where the kettles boil themselves and the compost occasionally appeals its sentence. Today we’re cultivating the Brimstone Begonia, a cheerful perennial prized for its molten petals, charming hiss, and ability to insult passing cherubs. Plant yours in a cauldron filled

Oh, my blistered little buttercups, gather close—though not too close, unless you’ve updated your fire insurance. Today we’re discussing the Sulfur-Snuggle Snapdragon, that cuddly carnivorous bloom beloved across Cinderglen Cul-de-Scream for its velvet petals, affectionate nipping, and tendency to whisper your childhood embarrassments at dinner parties. First, choose a sunny spot, preferably beneath a leaking

By Nana Netherbloom, Brimstone Horticulturalist and Three-Time Winner of the Pitchfork County “Most Suspicious Compost” Ribbon Well, butter my hooves and call me mulch, darlings—today we’re discussing the Apology Lily, that tender little underworld perennial known for blooming exactly seven minutes after the damage is irreversible. You’ll find these guilt-scented beauties growing naturally along the

Hello, my crispy little compost goblins! Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from the soot-dusted potting bench of Cindergrin Hollow, where the watering cans scream if you fill them with anything less than boiling regret. Today’s wickedly useful tip concerns the Apology Orchid, a delicate underworld bloom prized by politicians, exes, and department heads in the Bureau

Well roast my begonias and call me brisket, it’s Nana Netherbloom reporting from the lava-lit lanes of Singes-and-Ash HOA, where your hedges are judged by both demons and a very fussy gargoyle named Mrs. Crackleflint. Today’s infernal feature: Pitch-Black Petunias, the velvety little darlings that drink starlight, sigh theatrically, and make even the River Phlegm

Darlings, gather close—mind the pitch bubbles—and lend Nana your blistered ears. Today we’re tickling the tendrils of that most melodramatic perennial: the Lava-Lily of Lamentation, pride of Cinder Vale and undisputed diva of the Ashen Arboretum. She’s the one sobbing steam at dawn and composing sonnets about her own petals by noon. High maintenance? Certainly.

Dearest demons, imps, and HOA chairs of the Ninth Cul-de-Sac—Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from the Ashen Arboretum, pruners in one hand and a bucket of fireproof tea in the other. Today we’re talking about a crowd-pleaser: the Sulfur-Suckled Nightshade, the only shrub that perfumes the smog with notes of brimstone, burnt marshmallow, and faint regret.

Blessed be the blister, my soot-smudged saplings! Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from the Ashtray Arboretum off Sinner’s Crag, where the soil is 70% regret and 30% ground-up pitchforks. Today we’re tackling that perky perennial menace: Firelilies of the Ninth Ring—gorgeous, hungry, and prone to snacking on couriers from the Parcel Pit. Identification: – Flames curl