(Scene: Linda is hauling Plant, swaddled in blankets in a child’s red wagon, on a scenic tour around the block.) Linda: Plant, you’re heavy enough that hauling you up this hill in this wagon is running me subterranean. Plant (leaves quivering like a dog leg vibrating ecstatically): Oh, joy; so warm is the sunshine. L... Read More

(Scene:  Plant and Linda are sitting in morning sunlight on Linda’s back porch.  In a birdhouse, a bird is feeding its young.) Plant: What is it like to have a mother? Linda:  You never give me any warning about when you’re going to start talking.  You just start. P:  Does that bother you? L:  You... Read More

(Scene: Plant and Linda are talking in the late morning.  Linda is still struggling conceptually with conversing with a sentient plant.) Plant (cheerily): Good morning. You are up later than usual. Linda (yawning): I was dead to the world. P: My cousin plant died and came back as a carnation.  L:… What? P: Cuz was... Read More

(Scene: Plant and Linda are sitting in Linda’s kitchen in the morning sunlight.) Plant:  Top of the mornin’ to you. Linda:  … Oh, nuts.  It’s you again. P:  Here you come again with that inquiring mind.  I so look forward to these conversations … after you wake up.  L:  You can run but you can’t... Read More

(Scene:  The two are chatting at a table in the living room on a sunny afternoon.) Plant: So, tell me about the nature of love.  Linda:… Where do you get these inquiries?… Who are you? P: I’m Plant, who you adopted several months ago. But you knew that. And I’m curious about what you think.... Read More

Plant:  You’ve staggered out of bed.  About time. Linda (shaking her head as if to reset it):  I’ll never get used to this. P:  Get used to what? L (yawning): To having a talking plant.  You appear to be a morning plant.  I’m not a morning plant, I mean, person.  Come on, Plant.  Let’s take... Read More