No Really…This Was the Book I Was Meant to Write
I talk to plants—mostly in my head—when out in the garden. I get on my hands and knees to weed and admire the intruders as much as the plants I intended to be there. Each has their personality, their will to survive and adapt. And they’re so quiet. I can talk to humans, but it […]
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