Plants haunt my imagination: beautiful, helpful, benign, edible, medicinal, or dangerous.
An amazing biological machinery with no nervous system that established interdependent communities, and we’ve established relationships with those communities.
Our hominin ancestors had relationships with plants before any humanoid words pointed to the sun or moon. That’s a long and deep connection. Evidence from at least as early as 3 million years ago may suggest selective plant use–check out discussions regarding Paranthropus and Oldowan tools if you’re skeptical.
What seems absurdly wonderful to me is that there are naturally evolving programs that manufacture physical machinery from soil, light and carbon dioxide. That may be mundanely obvious to many people, but the concept fascinates me as a gardener. When I consider the general plethora of biochemistry produced from these organic machines, the whole phenomena reeks of alchemy.
Plant cultivation is this multidimensional game that the gardener plays. A person might simply be growing an ivy plant in a bathroom window to remove an undesirable scent. At the same time, it’s just soil and a plant in a container, and the grower is using a program to transmute immediately available non-living materials, in order increase the physical mass of a biological machine. At the same, intentionally growing any plant is a specific behavior that is a subtle nod to our prehistorical past. All of this is occurring on some level, whether consciously or not, but the grower experiences a unique opportunity to share space and time with another living organism.


