Are plants sentient beings? All things being relative, the living things in my garden qualify more highly on that score than many of my fellow countrymen today.

At certain times of day, in certain types of light, they seem to uproot themselves and move about freely, seeking out the company of others, exploring their surroundings, making their opinions known.

Their innate otherworldliness shines through at these times, and it’s difficult for me to distinguish them from other life forms that are not so well known to us, chiefly those that live in the ocean depths, and in the interstellar reaches of our collective imaginations.