“Somewhere along the way, my family made a pact with plants. Just as seeds awaken into consciousness and feel their way onto the luminous plane of existence, so too has my family over the generations, and continued this long slow dance with plants, all turning our heads toward the light.
Plants see, feel, remember, hear, and sing songs to grow together as a community. Since that’s the case, what do they remember about my family over the millennia, and what do I remember about them, in my deep time memory? And what is this strange creep of the weather, changing? The weather seems to drift - a light sprinkling of gray on leaves and across my windshield - is summer & fall weather now just Ash Weather?”
-Nat Evans