Each morning, as you stand before your leafy companions with a watering can or even a bottle in hand, there’s a sense of continuity and connection. The gentle gush of water quenches the thirst of the earth in the pots or on the ground, and, in turn, nourishes us. There’s a silent agreement between the plants and you, an understanding that speaks to the primal bonds we share with the natural world.
Watching water fall on the leaves brings another pleasure. The green darkens, as does the brown, and wetness becomes a confirmation of life itself. As you watch the leaves glisten with moisture, you find a refuge from the ceaseless demands of fast-paced life.
This humble act of nurturing life, unburdened by grandiose concepts, offers a daily reminder of the simple joys that lie at the heart of our existence. Watering plants invites us to slow down, be present, and savour the quiet wonders of the world.
