I bought a plant. It’s very much like me. When the leaflets are touched they fold inward; when the branches are touched they droop. It is hypersensitive to touch and movement.
This past Sunday afternoon two young men came to the house to rehearse for an upcoming concert. It was a wonderful afternoon, with hard work and laughter and beautiful music. On Monday morning I was very surprised to see the purple flower blooming on the mimosa. I believe it was in response to the atmosphere on Sunday.
Of course I could be wrong, but I have heard that plants respond well when spoken to, so perhaps they also like to be sung to. I think I could bloom as well of I am not touched, but am surrounded by music. (just maybe not purple!)
Reflections 