Most definately, yes! Without a doubt. My love of plants is as a part of me as my brown eyes. When I was little, other kids used to peruse the Sears catalogue in hopes of finding something Santa might bring them for Christmas. My Christmas wish book was Gurneys Seed and Nursery catalogue and I wanted Santa to bring me one of everything...
My love of gardening was tended in me by my grandmothers. One taught me how to 'snap' a snapdragon, and the other taught me the wonders of fresh wild plum jelly, the intoxicating smell of iris in late spring and the beauty of a fence line covered in blue Morning Glories. From her juniper tree I spent hours looking out in the distance, contemplating life, and sometimes hanging upside down by my knees like a fruit bat.
Now I own a little greenhouse. Its such great fun to teach little kids how to 'snap' the snapdragons. And they love to torture the Sensitive plants. With one touch, the plants fold up their leaves and they play dead. It makes very clear that those plants are most definately alive. It seems to delight kids of all ages, just as it still does me. Hopefully it also creates the connection in them with the plant world, that one can affect the other. And there are so many folks just learning for the first time how to grow a garden and what a difference there is between a home grown tomato and a super market one. Sharing that knowledge and the love of plants is as close to spiritual as I get. Its spiritual in the sense that it is history, an avid interest and a passion that threads its way through my life. And maybe I get to encourage that in a few other people's lives just as my grandmothers did for me.
Every year I plant a few blue Morning Glories to sell in my little greenhouse. And from the floor in different spots where I didn't plant them, they grow. They climb my benches and take over and bloom a mass of clear, true blue trumpet shaped flowers. And I let them. The level headed part of me believes that I just need to do a better job of weeding. But a tiny part of me would like to believe that its Grandma's way of stopping by and saying " Hey kid, what's new? " In any case, they will always remind me of her and always makes me smile.