Wizard of Tuskegee

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From the Book The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher bird. Wich is a New York bestseller.
A fascinating account of the Physical, Emotional, and Spiritual Relations Between Plants and Man.
\"The cult favorite, which hypothesised that plants may be sentient\"

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English

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Young Adult (18-35)

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The Secret Life of Plans. Chapter Nine. Wizard of Tuskegee. The Plans were able to reveal their hidden secrets upon request was accepted as normal and natural by remarkable genius. Born just before the Civil War, the agricultural chemist. George Washington Carver, who overcame the handicap of his slave, decent to be heralded in his own lifetime as the Black Leonardo during a stunningly creative career with methods as incomprehensible to his fellow scientists as were those of his professional four beers. The alchemists Carver turned the lowly peanut. Consider it useful only as a hog food and the unknown sweet potato into hundreds of separate products, ranking from cosmetics and eggs, agrees to printers, ink and coffee. Mm hmm. From the time he was able to get about by himself in the countryside, young carver began to display an uncanny knowledge of all growing things. Local farmers in Diamond Grove, a tiny community in the foothills of the Ozarks in southwestern misery. Remembered the week looking boy roving for hours through their holdings, examining plants and bringing back certain varieties with which he could miraculously heal sleek sick animals on his own. The child planted the private garden in a remote and Yoon used bit of bottomland with the remnants of cold frames and other strange material. He built the secret greenhouse in the woods, asked what he was forever doing all by himself. So far so far from the farmyard. Carville replied for me if enigmatically, I go to my garden hospital and take care of hundreds of sick plants. Right, farmers, wives from all over the countryside, begin bringing him there Aisling house plants begging him to make them blue, gently caring for them in his home in his own way, cover often sank to them in the same squeaky voice which characterized him in manhood. Put them in tin cans with special soil of his own concoction, tenderly covered them at night and took them out to play in the sun during the day. When he returned the plans today, owners and repeatedly was asked how he could work his mind because hardware cover only said softly. Old flowers, talk to me, and so do hundreds of little living things in the woods. I learned what I know by watching and loving everything.