Mindblogging

We don’t usually stop to consider that plants are living things but they are. I believe they have a keen sense of their surroundings as well as the people around them.

My mind often drifts when I’m out mowing the lawn. Near the back of the yard is a young sweetgum tree that I have protected and cultivated. Whenever I get near it, I get the impression that it recognizes me and is grateful for the visit. It even has a nickname for me: “the Provider!” I laugh whenever I’m around it because of all the good vibes it sends me. Its like a frisky puppy in its adoration (to the extent that a tree could be a puppy, but bear with me here).

Last night I strummed my guitar while the kids were getting ready for bed. I soon realized that my family wasn’t the only audience: the plant next to me was quite enjoying the harmony! It made me realize just how sensitive plants are to movement and vibration, which to me makes sense since they’re so reliant on breezes to carry their pollen and to strip them of their autumn leaves, among other important things. I got the impression that a plant’s leaves are like giant eardrums, catching sound as well as light.

I’m no master gardener by any stretch! Plenty of plants are testament that I don’t always listen to them. Still, I’m fascinated by contemplating what life on Earth must be like from a plant’s point of view.