Back by Poplar Demand

I got this Poplar Tree that I've been growing in my house for about 3 years now. It's over 3 feet tall and doing pretty well. My friend and soul sister Steph gave it to me a while back, and it has been in good hands since. I have been waiting for the perfect moment and plot of land to plant this Poplar tree to the Earth where it belongs, but I want to continue to nurture it with a motherly hesitation of letting go. I often think that maybe someday after I'm gone, this tree can give some sort of my spirit to those who wish to take a rest under it.
One of my favorite Christmas presents this year was a Stag horn Fern that Lydia gave me to replace the sorrow of my old favorite plant dying.
I'm a plant guy, I love taking care of house plants. I know this might sound silly, but I might notice some telepathic qualities to plants. Maybe I am more sensitive to them, but I really can feel a plant, and I think a house plant that becomes close to it's owner can sense and react to them as well. Strangely, when an x-girl friend gave me a plant, it died the day we separated. This has happened on several occasions.
There is a tree outside my house, and on some nights when I have profound dreams, this tree will appear in my dream. Incredibly, every single time it has, my car will be covered with it's leaves or buds or branches in the morning. Every single time. Like it is dreaming with me.
I'm also a flower guy, and every time I puck a flower, I say a thankful prayer to the plant.
There is no doubt in my mind that the Earth is changing and graduating the conscious fields it remains in now. With the arrival of 2012, I look forward to seeing how this impacts the consciousness of plants and trees.
I would like to expand upon this later about my favorite trees including Love Mom, but I don't have the time. Tonight is Poker night. Lately I have been playing at a top level, but losing to a slightly better hand; coming in second or third place for several weeks now. Tonight, I'll remain strong in my mind like the mighty oak, and loose with my bluffing like a dandelion seed, rooted in integrity like a Mangrove tree, and lucky as a Maple seed dropped out of a squirrel's mouth into fertile ground.

Today I received a text message from a number I do not know quoting a lyric to a previous entry's song. I suppose now I have to handle this blog as if it were being read and start updating it more frequently. Thanks you reader you.