Yes, I have always had a propensity to talk to plants and trees and always had a full expectation that our conversations were real on both sides. When my nephews stomp on plants or pull out flowers or hit trees with sticks, I always say, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s a living being, kiddo.” And then I remind them to ask: “Can I pick your flowers?” And when they’re angry, I encourage them to run, instead of stomping or hitting trees and plants. I think they thought it was crazy, at first, when I told them the plants would answer them, but now they’re used to my philosophy. LOL.

Where would we go…? Oh anywhere there are forests. I’m open. ;) ❤