Scott Moe blogs about his deepening obsession with nature, particularly the nature he’s transplanted to his Brooklyn rooftop. Panthy’s Garden, named for its vinyl panther mascot, is an experiment in growing food, getting really good at Baggo, and understanding what a little bit of nature can do for the city-dweller. He can be found in the forest hiking in circles or hauling giant bags of dirt of his five flights of stairs.

Who is Panthy? I’m really glad you asked. After all, you’re reading about HIS garden. Is Panthy the garden mascot? The garden protector? My personal spiritual animal? The answer is yes, he’s all of those things.

A few summers back I was peering through the front window of my local hardware store at a bunch of garden animals and spotted him. An old fella with a cane and smooth sunglasses calmly remarked,

“That’s the baddest one.” 

He was of course, referring to Panthy. I bought him on the spot.  And based on what I payed for him (and his tacky black skin), my pal Jason and I surmised that he was made entirely of black tar heroin. Truly the baddest one. This is HIS garden and HIS world, enjoy.

If you’re new to Panthy’s Garden, feel free to travel back in Panthy time to see what I’ve been up to.