Like I said, fuck you, PLANTS. I will not shut the fuck up about plants, I will sing about fauna, I will rejoice in their whimsy, I will bury myself in vivariums and paludarium’s and shut myself in. The air I breath is better, the views I see more calming, have you ever watched a leaf unfurl from your Monstera revealing all the fenestrations and new variegation I could fucking die
Wake up every morning surrounded by ferns that delight and new flowers on my maranta leuconeura and knowing they’re happy as can be and theres nothing in this world that could seize the joy from me in that moment. Propagating threatened trees and knowing we are helping to spread dying breeds like the birds who eat their seeds and shit them across the land
God never shook my hand but western red cedars in my back yard have provided us shade and access to view the prettiest birds and that's better than almost anything else this stupid rock has bequeathed us
