Plants: My housemates.
I was sifting through this blog looking for a photo from a while back, and came across this post. It reminded me of a little story a friend told me the other day about how the inventor of the polygraph also experimented with the machine on his plants, and apparently the needles jumped when he threatened to harm the plants in the same way they jump when one lies. A kinesiological response.
I can dig this, and love my plants. They can be traumatized (by being crushed, or accidently sucked into the vacuum, for example) so it stands to reason they can also be relaxed or excited.
The point is, my plants have grown a lot in 10 months since the photo in the linked post was taken. You can see them in the background here, back in March:
And this was just taken tonight:
The money tree was given to me about three years ago this last week, and it was very small--in a 2 inch pot. The aloe was knocked over by a cat many times in Illinois, and almost didn't make it. They've been with me a long time, and I've taken to getting clippings of various vines and things from around town, and placing them in water to root. I have an avacado pit on my desk at work that's cracking open with a root right now.
I'm simply impressed with how rapidly the two have grown since we (me and plants) arrived in San Diego. I live here, in North Park, with them.
If you don't have loved ones near by, in your home, nor a pet, I hope you have some plants. They're excellent listeners, and are wonderful company. Do you have any? What kind? Where do they thrive best in the house?
