A Love Experiment

I’m doing a little love experiment while on vacation at my mother’s beach house. I want to see if the arborvitae on the left will show signs of more growth than the one on the right if I give it love and attention each day.


I love whispering sweet nothings to this beauty on the left.

My mother was lamenting that the arborvitaes she planted two summers ago have hardly grown. In fact, she thinks her landscaper may have trimmed the tops because they look shorter than last year. This is a problem because she planted them specifically to block out having to see the neighbor’s house behind her. She and the woman who lives there used to be friends, but they had a spat and haven’t spoken since.

The issue was the woman and her husband invited my mother’s ex-boyfriend, whom my mother introduced to them, and his new girlfriend over for dinner on their deck one evening, knowing full well that my mother wasn’t completely over him. The sight of the two couples laughing and having a grand time while she was trying to relax in her back yard was more than my mother could bear. When confronted, her so-called friend brushed it off, telling my mother that she needed to get over it and get on with her life. My mother did, without the mean bitch.

Back to my experiment. It involves spending a few minutes each morning hugging the bush, saying things to it like “How are you today, lovely?” and “You’re so beautiful!”, and sending it Reiki. I’ve been at it for three days now. I swear it’s starting to look forward to my visits. It knows that I see it.

My family thinks I’m kind of crazy, but that’s nothing new. I can only imagine what the neighbors on either side of us think if they’ve happened to look over and see me hugging a bush and talking to it.  One is a single woman who makes a living tending roses at several mansions throughout town, and has award winning roses in her yard. She herself is a little crazy, so she probably gets it. The college girls from Ireland living in the attic on the other side may not be awake early enough to see my loving gestures.

Even if they are, I don’t care. Plants are people, too. Sort of. I mean, they’re alive. They grow. And I believe they thrive more with love, as we all do.