On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven pipers piping. One thing I love about plants is the sound that I hear when I’m around them. Sometimes with my ears and other times in my imagination. One of my all time favorites is heather. The rustle, the bristle, the soft, shaking sound of heather. It’s sweet music to my ears. There are so many flowers shaped like bells—snowbells, bluebells, harebells. Standing under a snowbell tree in June I can almost hear the bells, the magical sound weaving through the leaves and branches. Some plants belong in the percussion group. They click and clack, scraping, shaking and drumming. This fits well, as this group is believed to include the oldest musical instruments on earth. Probably made from plants! I also enjoy the papery notes from the poppy, the tiny violins playing in the bleeding hearts and the pop of fireworks from a fresh tomato. What do you hear in your garden?
“There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.” —Minnie Aumonier