Can a plant be company, I ask? During 5am wake up calls, writing in near darkness any living being is company. Em calls these new plants “girls”. They tickled her face in the cart at Home Depot. She wanted them to sit beside her on the way home. And she even held one of their “hands” during the car ride so it wouldn’t be scared.
When I got the girls home, they went straight into the shower. My attempt to rinse off their fungicide or pesticide burden. I told them I will love them and care for them. And yes, I have been known to hug trees.
All I need from them is to breathe. Clear the air in The Tree House, with its newness that off gasses. Breathe and live. Be beautiful. Be inspiration. I promise to do the same.