Do you get emotionally attached to the plants in your garden ?

merlotgran

The plant that means the most to me is Amicia zygomeris which came from The Manor at Hemingford Grey in 2018.

DD1 asked it’s name and misheard me thinking I said
‘I miss ya’ and laughed saying she wasn’t going anywhere.
She died six months later.

I’m always relieved and happy when ‘I miss ya’ reappears every spring.

That is dreadfully sad, Metlotgran.
I hope your plant continues to reappear for many years to come.

I get attached to my house plants - especially to my beautiful orchid and my cactus,… given by grandson’s gf and my youngest son (years ago)

I love all my plants but morn many that I left in our last home where we live for 35 years. It was large, sloped towards the house and had an underground spring running across it so a fantastic bog garden and two big ponds full of newts , fish and frogs. Alas my pond now Is tiny but it does have a beautiful arum lily that fills most of it.

Plants from my mother’s house.

Oh Merlotgran 🥲

I get attached to them, but if I do lose one, it doesn't bother me as much as when I was in my 30's & first had much of a garden.
I've learnt you can't win em' all, but nature is so wonderful. So many things that shrivel cos I havent watered enough, come back full of vigour next year, and we have lovely things (foxgloves, alchemilla, geraniums) that seed down & look perfect without any help from me.

I was very attached to the ivy growing outside my flat.
I used to put twinkly lights in it, and it looked like a little fairy grotto.
It got way too big, as I couldn't tend to it for ages, and the concil recently came and took the whole lot down.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cty.

It did get quite big, though. 🤭
It was just a bit i picked up and put in my pocket when my mum was cutting back her ivy.
I forgot it was even in my pocket for a good few days.

It had bats living in it, too.
They'd come out and whizz around of an evening.

I am particularly attached to many plants in my garden. Some of them came from my Grans’ garden and my Dads’ allotment. Particularly:/ Hostas/Hydrangeas and Lemon Balm herb plant my Dad bought from a supermarket for me not long before he died in 1997! I’ve propagated and split these plants many times over.

Yes, I love plants, my garden has so many, all are welcome, even the weeds, and I talk to them all.
I especially love trees and have always valued them. In my last garden, I had a life changing experience with an old willow at the bottom. I walked into its canopy one day in the spring as it was waking and putting out new leaves. I just knew without a shadow of a doubt, that the tree knew I was there, just as I felt its presence. It was a precious moment.

I recently read a wonderful book, Thus Spoke the Plant by Monica Gagliano, a Research Associate Professor in the field of evolutionary ecology in Australia. The book is a very readable account of her work and experiences with plants proving that plants can listen, learn, remember and make choices, they are sentient creatures. At the end of the book, you realise that this is one of those new paradigm in science moments, what an exciting time to be alive.

merlotgran
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