Garden Ponderings
A few things crossed my mind as I was daydreaming about gardening the other day:
Are plants better at weathermanning than a weatherman? Like how do they always know when to start growing?
Would a flower go to prom with another flower or a pollinator?
When a worm wiggles in your hand, is it secretly just dancing to Bad Bunny?
Does the soil get annoyed at us for stepping on it?
Is a flower the plant’s outfit?
Does my three old make a badass garden salad? Sometimes. But I bet she’s the only one who would throw a high grade tantrum when I say “I’m just going to rinse off the lettuce real quick”.
Do plants compete with each other like on America's Next Top Model or like in The Great British Baking Show
If a plant could talk, would it speak the language of its country of origin? Like would a Dahlia speak Spanish?
Do plant roots get tickled by all the soil organisms?
Are plants proud of themselves when their flowers bloom?
Which plants are the most comfortable for a bee to sleep in?
Do plants know that they’re pretty? Or are they in denial like Laney in She’s All That?
In the winter, do all the plant roots huddle around an underground fire and talk about their scariest above ground experience?
Pretty please tell me your gardening ponderings in the comments below.