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Look towards plants
I am having a bad day. What do I mean by bad? Is it that the world has ceased to conform to my wishes. No, that is a bad world. Is it naughty? Does it know what is right but won't conform to what we think is right?
None of this. I am not thinking straight.
I like growing things. I like plants. I am upset when I cannot help something to thrive. I do not accept entities that, due to their life, interrupt my attempt to help things grow. Winter! Who ordered that? I am not paying for it even if it is delivered to my doorstep! Of course, Winter is not an entity that exists as an entity outside of story-telling. But I have my eye on it, I am watching.
I have tomato plants on my window-sill. Hmm. I am not serious about seeing if I can grow tomato plants in winter on my window-sill. (In the UK, windows open out and there is an area inside that we, in the UK, call a window sill, even though we have a window-sill outside). It is tough being an adult today.
I have an indeterminate tomato plant on my window-sill; I am looking closely to see what it does because strangely I might be able to understand if my flat-mate is sentient. I don't have a flat-mate; I live alone, so no go there.
That indeterminate tomato plant does not smell like it wants to produce fruit. It smells of growth like it does not expect to impress insects in any kind of seduction. They, the insects, are simply not there. So what, just grow!
I have two tomato plants that would be considered to be 'heritage' varieties on my inside window sill. They should have died once they produced fruit. They didn't so I lifted them and brought them inside. These smell of both growth and tomato plants. It seems that their intent is to produce tasty tomatoes; and by goodness, they are tasty tomatoes!
It is a day. I have told it off, but it didn't listen.
My plants don't lie
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I am not on YouTube or social media
[ 1 minute read ]
Look towards plants
I am having a bad day. What do I mean by bad? Is it that the world has ceased to conform to my wishes. No, that is a bad world. Is it naughty? Does it know what is right but won't conform to what we think is right?
None of this. I am not thinking straight.
I like growing things. I like plants. I am upset when I cannot help something to thrive. I do not accept entities that, due to their life, interrupt my attempt to help things grow. Winter! Who ordered that? I am not paying for it even if it is delivered to my doorstep! Of course, Winter is not an entity that exists as an entity outside of story-telling. But I have my eye on it, I am watching.
I have tomato plants on my window-sill. Hmm. I am not serious about seeing if I can grow tomato plants in winter on my window-sill. (In the UK, windows open out and there is an area inside that we, in the UK, call a window sill, even though we have a window-sill outside). It is tough being an adult today.
I have an indeterminate tomato plant on my window-sill; I am looking closely to see what it does because strangely I might be able to understand if my flat-mate is sentient. I don't have a flat-mate; I live alone, so no go there.
That indeterminate tomato plant does not smell like it wants to produce fruit. It smells of growth like it does not expect to impress insects in any kind of seduction. They, the insects, are simply not there. So what, just grow!
I have two tomato plants that would be considered to be 'heritage' varieties on my inside window sill. They should have died once they produced fruit. They didn't so I lifted them and brought them inside. These smell of both growth and tomato plants. It seems that their intent is to produce tasty tomatoes; and by goodness, they are tasty tomatoes!
It is a day. I have told it off, but it didn't listen.