"how are you this June?"
It would take months again to get any answer. They were not the youngest anymore. Their heads used to move back and forth, back and forth, as they were pushed by growth spurts every day. But now, now was the beginning of a more quiet time. The wind would move them, of course, they would sometimes even get close to touching the tips of each other's leaves. But in general... it was the beginning of the decades, if not centuries, in which they would just stare at each other, exchange some very similar points of view and just eventually completely grow together, until some life-form would come by and look at them and assume that they were one. They were not one of course, they were not even the same species.
"oh, I am fine, and you?"
Not all was lost. They were still able to have speedy conversation.
I love your sketches. I found the other plants in the green house pointing at the lettuce's pale green dresses as if that shade of green is a disgrace. Snarky bunch.