A friend once wrote from India that she could look out her hut window and literally see the plants grow during the monsoon. It was as if the vegetation had learned, from long experience, to get while the gettin' was good -- that soon enough a blistering sun would withdraw a needed nourishment and they would be bereft.
It's a monsoon-ish sort of day here -- hugely grey with raindrops plop-plopping in the aluminum gutters outside the house. Because it is New England in America, the plants are in no rush to show off their capacities. They know, from long experience, that there will be more where that came from. And if, by chance or global warming or whatever, they are mistaken, well, life will teach them what the plants in India already know.
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