Silent sentinels bearing witness to our transgressions, to our disconnection from the very life systems that sustain us, from which we come and on which we depend. A witness to the fertility and reproduction of our lives, our own anarchic promiscuity. There is of course the sensuous erotics of fruit and flowers, so profound that even we with our mammalian brains and deeply pornographic modern perception can comprehend it. Yet there is also the facts of survival and subsistence, the erotics and aesthetics of photosynthesis, inexorable linking of our own bring to solar energetics, our extended nuclear being.