About the mind of plants.

A good friend of mine told me and showed me on Skype that plants have a mind, let’s say, “intelligence”.

He was walking down the street one day and saw a small sprout making its way between two loosely fitted sidewalk slabs. And fifty meters away, two workers with shovels and mowers were just weeding out the grass growing “Where it is not allowed.” My friend felt sorry for this delicate green sprout, which had no more than half an hour to live, took out a knife with a narrow blade and, picking up a piece of earth, selected this sprout without damaging the roots. I put it in a bag and went home. He transplanted the foundling into a pot of earth and forgot about it, watering it carefully, of course. After a couple of months, the sprout grew into something recognizable, and my friend realized that he had saved the nettle sprout.

Okay, nettles are so nettles. His cat did not approach the sprout, preferred to eat just grass.

And the nettle bush grew both in height and in width, giving side shoots. Once, an acquaintance stood not far from a bush and unscrewed a screw from a device being repaired. It seems to be a desktop fan. And the screw, along with some plastic part, fell exactly between the nettle leaves.

Without thinking, he put his hand in there and, pushing aside a few leaves and even a couple of nettle trunks, took out the details. And already “post factum” I suddenly realized that I could have burned myself well on the leaves and trunks. After all, it was already a satisfied large individual of nettles!!! I looked at my hand–there were no traces on the skin.

The nettles didn’t “sting” him!

Interestingly, I thought, perhaps nettles grown at home have lost their ability to “sting”? After all, nothing threatens her here! Although, this plant species is probably hundreds of millions of years old. And it’s hard to imagine that a few months of growing up at home, in warmth and moisture, would change her heredity so quickly.

The confirmation came a couple of weeks later. His acquaintances came to visit him with a ten-year-old fat-cheeked and chubby son. In the boy’s hands was a cut–off sharp twig, which he brandished like a saber. When the boy saw the pots of grass and flowers, he immediately rushed to “chop off the flowers’ heads.” My friend shouted at him to stop and not to spoil the plants. The parents, ashamed of their son’s viciously aggressive behavior, also shouted something forbidden to him. The boy obeyed and lowered the twig, standing next to a nettle bush, but suddenly jumped back with a howl, viciously raising the twig. His hand with a twig accidentally got between the leaves of a nettle and it immediately “stung” him. Red blisters from the “burn” swelled up on the back of his hand and above. A friend had my “living water AV 1 (Aqua Vita)”, immediately soaked a napkin and applied a compress to the boy’s hand. The pain went away and the blisters disappeared after half an hour or an hour.

But after the guests left, my friend decided to check out this strange intelligibility of nettles anyway. And he deliberately put his hand back into the bush.

NOTHING!!

The nettle only stung the aggressor, the boy, and again it definitely recognized its savior!!!

Who can say that plants don’t have intelligence?

1 VII 2021