touch feel and listen to them

I spent a sizeable time with plants in my old house. They gave me hours of relaxation and entertainment. In the evening hours I linkered with the 7 foot tall indian corns - feeling the silky combs, watching the wavering and the beatings of the long grass-like blades in wind, or run my palm through the leaves of the tomato plants and quickly smell the lingering fresh aroma. On other time on the lookout of green grasshopper perching on leaves or fence-post and try to catch bare-hand. ( you need to be swift and accurate, holding down of the insect at thorax and ignored the kick of the barbed hindlegs, they hurted a bit but not much. And aoid the mouth parts - they nibbled) Or squatting down inspecting the rows of sprouting spring onions in a raised wooden box and picked off the invading garden snails and watched them literally dissolves under NaCl - table salts . Or do a 'simulated rain' by shaking lightly the chempaka tree trunk shortly after rain and see how fast can i run away from it. Or peeping into the clear pockets of water collected in the pineapple leaves or watching ants rebuilding their nests after the ' flood'. Weeds and tiny plants had beautify of their own. I came to know them by their appearance - tiny fruits / flowers / leaves arrangment and noted which one oozes white latex when cut. While dad concentrated in growing vegetables ( eg chilly, tomatoes, brinjals, ladies finger, bittergourd, melon, long beans, corns, sugar canes, pandan leaves, lemon grass, ginger, lime etc) my contribution was little - a cactus, and a low carpetting plants with colorful tiny flowers.