Spring has brought the trees something to wear again: pinkish white petals that litter the concrete. You don’t see too many in the air, but it still looks covered in petals like polka-dots. The rain has been in often too. I like thinking about where the rain goes as it seeps into the ground. Maybe that’s how worms know when it is raining, the moisture calls to them.

Birds keep singing all through the night. I hear them when I go singing at three in the morning. I wonder why they decide to chirp so late, and if they get good sleep. I always wondered why we all need to sleep. Why the trees lose their leaves. Why some do things others wouldn’t. I feel like at least with the leaves part, it would feel less emotional to let go and more like the relaxation required to excrete waste. Maybe it is like a haircut.

Feeling what it’s like to be a plant has got to be a novel experience we have not been able to replicate. I bought the Plantwave once and I feel like it was such a waste. I thought the technology would have some pizazz, but it only played random sounds from a certain list of sounds when voltage was felt above a threshold. It did not measure or respond to varying levels of voltage, so it felt like a scam. Nonetheless, it is interesting that they do have that sort of sensation. Sing to your plants, I heard birdsong makes plants grow.