Talking to plants may seem silly, but I’ve found it strangely comforting. I tell them about my day, share my thoughts, or even ask for advice though I’m not sure they actually respond. Somehow, speaking to them makes me feel less stressed and more connected to the little green friends growing in my room.
The funniest part is imagining them judging me silently. Do they roll their leaves in disapproval Do they gossip with other plants Either way, I keep talking, watering, and caring for them, hoping my words help them grow. It’s a small, funny ritual that turns taking care of plants into a conversation rather than a chore. Shutdown123