Have just gotten around to reading Michael Pollan's essay on the possibilities / examples plant consciousness, in the 12/23/2013 of The New Yorker. Too much information for my small brain to offer a synopsis. I did want to throw my hat in the ring with the other research being done and offer my experience as a non-scientist, conducting anti-rigorous experiments with my custodials. They have an emotional hold over me. I am their puppet, serving up food and water and care daily. I seem to be quite susceptible to this floral heart/mind control. My mind is numbed when I go into the garden, like a hit of some sort of opiate. Happy, joyous and free
I've been putting one sort of food or another in most of my spraying lately. MiracleGro and / or seaweed tea. Seaweed tea and SuperThrive. Tonight I'm steeping some ass-ugly smelling fish emulsion and seaweed overnight in the hot humid air (to allow bacteria to come to life?) to spray in the morning.
The orchids' growth reflects the heat and humidity of late. I haven't experienced the growing season with many of them and I'm delighted to see new rhizomes, roots and leaves appearing.
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