consciousness of plants
The garden appears dormant. It seems as if even the fairies have joined the seeds in their seasonal hibernation. If we go beyond what our eyes can see we will realize that the garden is teeming with activity right now. It is prepping for the big show, that which is the springtime. Right now the songs are being chosen, the sets prepped and the dances choreographed.
The demure embrace of Summer is felt as it takes a final bow and beckons Autumn to gracefully dance in. Many of the plants in the garden are now flourishing in their final glory as the seasons begin to transition. It’s a cycle of regeneration, not one of dying. A circle of life that continues with the promise of a seed. A promise that whispers hope of new life beginning. A new life, a new dream, that welcomes the sweet sustenance of our physical, mental, and spiritual being. The trifecta of true holistic wellness.
They populate urban parks and forgotten fields. Their seed heads are the magic of childhood. It’s hard to resist making a wish as the seeds disperse like little fairies casting off into unknown adventures. This magical plant is Taraxacum officinale, otherwise known as dandelion. To many, they are no more than a pesky weed. Conversely, to some people’s dismay, their likeness even graces the bottle of a popular herbicide.
The locavore or local food movement has gained much attention over the years. It’s a wonderful statement to purchase locally for a variety of reasons, including supporting the local economy, lessening the environmental impact of transporting goods and the health implications as well.