The parsley plant in the kitchen was dying, and it was my fault. The instructions said to water it once a week, and not too much at once. I thought I had done that, but the stems were already wilting after two weeks.
“That’s not enough,” said my roommate. “You need to talk to the plant. You have to sing to it. Love it.”
Play Mozart for the plant and it’ll grow more than a plant without. Plants may not have emotions the same way a human may (tulips don’t get jealous if they see you water the daffodils more), but they still respond to nurturing environments like we do.
So I talk to the parsley plant — about my day and things like that (but only when we’re alone). My father warns me that people will think I am crazy when I talk to myself in the middle of the day.
Maybe they won’t if they see me talking to parsley.
Wesley, I love reading your writings. It always put a smile on my face. Thank you! Auntie Ngoc
Thanks Auntie Ngoc, glad you enjoy it. I’ll continue writing. 🙂