Let me introduce a few new friends living in my room:
He has been with me for about a month now, already gave me basil pesto, and changes every day, it’s extraordinary. A few days of lower temperatures made his leaves go all grey, so I took him in for now.
According to the ethnobotanist Timothy Plowman, “When you say the names of the plants, you say the names of the gods.” Turns out that my memory is having a hard time with the names of the gods, but you live and learn. In the same chapter of One River, Plowman expressed his doubts about the studies of plants responding to music and human voices: “Why would a plant give a shit about Mozart? And even if it did, why should that impress us? I mean, they can eat light. Isn’t that enough?”
Corn (Zea mays) is one of the Three Sisters, i.e. the three main agricultural crops of some Native American groups, also including winder squash (Cucurbita) and climbing beans (Phaseolus acutifolius or vulgaris). There’s an intricate story of why the corn doll has no face, but story-telling isn’t traditionally done in writing, so I couldn’t do it justice here.
Professor E shared a wonderful, anonymous quote with us during the first week of lectures:
“Humankind, despite its artistic abilities, sophistication and accomplishments, owes its existence to a six-inch layer of farmable soil—and the fact that it rains!” – I wonder whether he too got it from the World of Hope! website.