weeping with the fig

I gave all my potted plants new soil. Then I got it into my head that I wanted to know more about them. But instead of looking up the best way to treat them, I looked up their names and their native regions. Madagascar is overrepresented in my living room.

I don't think plants have souls but they are definitely living beings. I don't talk to them. It doesn't cause me much heartache if they wilt and nearly die before I remember to water them. But sometimes I have to cut the top off my weeping fig, which reaches to the ceiling, and it ... well, weeps. And then I weep too and apologise. So we have a good cry together.