I’ve heard many times over the months that there’s a long and storied history in this region of singing to one’s plants. Maybe it’s a tradition in communities around the world. I assumed from the start that this is one custom I wouldn’t bother adopting in my garden... until I did. By which I mean I’ve unconsciously developed the habit of humming while I water, and saying hello to the fresh blossoms each morning, and now of having conversations with my baby pumpkins and ever-taller corn and sprawling squash vines as I weed around them and peek under their leaves. Good morning, little ones! How are things going for you today? Are you getting everything you need? Any new buds or fruit to reveal?