Yesterday Steve and I finally got to the Como Conservatory, and there’s a batch of pictures up on flickr. (This might be better titled the palmening, as I think only one of the pictures is a fern, but fuck it, fernining sounds cooler.)
One of the things that struck me was how fascinating all the plant structures were. Ferns, rhizomes, bromeliads, spice trees — everything was “cool,” but I kept squee-ing about how alien, bizarre, creepy, or fucked-up various bits looked to me. It made me think fondly of good science-fiction, and I’d like to address this remark to that genre as though it were a single entity with consciousness: USE PLANTS MORE. I want more triffids, more Dog King. Give me fucked-up plants! Give me really good reasons to stare at leaves when I walk through the woods, hoping to catch them twitch.