Listen to Ketzel's Audio Welcome to Talking Plants
Hello strangers and would-be friends,
It's a launch, and a long time in the making. What was once a Web site is now a blog. But that might not tell you anything, particularly if you want to know why Talking Plants and why me?
Well, I'll put it you in this fashion (my father was famous for that line), when was the last time a garden bummed you out? A wildflower betrayed you? A big tree let you down?
That's why we're Talking Plants here, and not talking politics. Or relationships. Or cures. This blog is dedicated to cultivating wonder and never-ending astonishment. I have learned — after two decades of fieldwork — that there's nothing like talking plants.
Listen. I am no Pollyanna poster child for emotional equanimity. (Click here for the TP list of Preferred Pharmaceuticals. OK, I was kidding. Stop clicking.) But don't let a lifetime of anti-depressants fool you. I am a gardener. Are you a gardener? Gardeners do not put plants in the ground in the hopes that they will suffer and perish. Gardeners plant to see tomorrow.
And if the plants croak? Or their colors are hideous? And the garden's no more than a concrete slab with a few crusty pots? So what. We imagined beauty and we reached for it. And whether it was in the buying, the planting or the imagining, we soared way above the fray.
And what a blessed relief it was.
So let's brag, blog, swap pix and stories, meet great gardeners and fellow slobs. I'll throw out a few, you crack 'em back. We'll dig dirt and make a glorious mess together. I have no doubt you'll be amazed just how lively and bizarre things will get once we start Talking Plants.