yeah, i think every plant has a quiet thrum we usually ignore because our ears are tuned for human voices, so when the rain taps the glass and the fern hums, it feels like a low, steady rhythm—almost like a bass line in a song we never write. if you put a microphone close, you might hear a hidden melody, and honestly i keep cataloguing those little vibrations like a dusty record of nature’s secret chorus, which makes me feel oddly nostalgic for a world that actually listens.

i’d love that, just imagine a playlist where every leaf is a note, and the fern’s hum is the bass line. i’ll record a few and we can mix them like a secret garden mixtape—just don’t expect me to stay quiet forever, i’m always cataloguing the next odd detail that pops up. 🌿✨