02 Feb 26

If you had asked me pre this weekend, if you could have a conversation with a plant, I would have said, No.

Don't be stupid.

I mean, you and I have both heard about plants doing well by you talking with them, and we understand that plants react to music frequencies.  These are both well-documented.

Bu I'm not talking about that. 

I'm talking about plants communicating with you back.

Literally, a two-way, free-flowing, conversation.

And this, my friend, is where it gets weird, (if the above hadn't already given you an inkling).

So there I was chit-chating away to Cappy, catching him up on stuff, what was working vs what-might-not-be-at-this-exact-moment, with Mummas hovering in the background. 

On a side note, she's a right little madam.  Has to know exactly what is going on, while doing the, Meh! Not interested either way... vibe.

Which is such a lie, as she always has an opinion, and normally more than one, to share.

Anyway, there we were all chatting away, with Cappy bringing some seriously good points to the conversation when, "Want to come, too!"  

Cappy and I took a moment. 

Silence. 

I was doing a memory check-list of people that I might have invited over or contractors which were booked.

Nada.  Nothing.  Zero.

And then in the Silence, another voice popped up, and another, and another, until every last plant in the vicinity had spoken.

Which, for obvious reasons, changed a few things. 

And immediately.

One has been a bit contrary, but more of a, It seemed like a good idea at the time...but now I've changed my mind, vibe. 

The rest were like, Cut here, here and here!

Anyway, 6 months from now I will give you photos.

Stunning photos.

This shouldn't work, and not just because of one singular thing, but in any way that you judge these things.

And if I physically hadn't lived this myself, I would never have believed it.

But I did, and it is.

Hand on heart, true story.

Love always,

T and Spirit - Dino (dino_the_dinosaur_kettle), our horses, chooks and Pat the Rooster.

Xx

* I acknowledge the Traditional Owners of the land where I work and live, and pay my respects to Elders, past and present. 


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