Is it so difficult to imagine some sort of leafy sentience in a thing that so persistently reaches and clings, clambering its way toward the light it needs as desperately as air?
This is my short-and-sweet contribution to this week’s Photo Friday theme, Plants.
As I type this, a great horned owl is calling outside my window, perched (I presume) in a taller, more rigid sort of greenery.
Sep 19, 2009 at 10:48 pm
Best not to attribute sentience to the plants, otherwise vegetarian Buddhists will have nothing left to eat!