A couple of years ago, I adopted a couple of plants abandoned at the trash dumpsters & for the 1st time in my life began to feel something akin to what you describe. After the sudden move 2 months ago, I became the guardian of almost 20 plants, 11 in my apartment & several more on the stairwell landing. The old man who’d lived here was a lover of these green intruders who have their space in this otherwise private domain.

I’m feeling privileged to be their caretaker & am soaking up the good vibes they put out. You’re right, I need to talk with them. Hell, the walls aren’t listening anyway. Thanks for the insights which I think will bring me to a new & deeper appreciation for these wild things.