"I'm sure it's conscious, in some way or other.

How it must enjoy itself! Look at the trees; so strong, and calm, and splendid.

They know well enough how strong they are, and when there's a storm that tries to blow them down, how they do revel in battling with it! And then the hot air, embracing the earth so voluptuously--playing with the slender plants, and caressing the upstanding flowers.

They stand up because they want to be caressed, the amorous creatures.

How wonderful it is--the different characters that flowers have.