This Spring, the Shortlings planted some mimosa pudica seeds. The first time I ever saw this plant was a few years ago at Monticello in Thomas Jefferson's garden. The Monticello people called it a Sensitive Plant but a neighborhood kid once told me she grew up calling it a Touch Me Not, which I think is also funny. Wikipedia tells me it's also called a Sleepy Plant. The KingofHearts told the kids about this plant and they were fascinated, so he ordered some seeds online and they planted them in a pot outside our front door.
Here's why it got its name(s):
What I didn't know about the sensitive plant was that it blooms. Adorable, tiny, purple blooms that are about the size of a marble. They remind me of Horton Hears a Who and whenever I pass by to go to my car in the morning I subconsciously listen for voices. To date, I have heard none.
But still, I listen. Because a person's a person, no matter how small.
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