How the tendrils know which way to turn
Detained in the polytunnel by the unexpected rattle of a shower,
I contemplated the encouraging progress of my mangetout peas. I had
planted them around the outside of an upright cylinder of sheep
fencing and already, at pencil-height, some were stretching out a
first tendril to wrap around a strand. Indeed, one could imagine a
good many of the plants were actively reaching for the nearest
support. If that were so, how did they know it was there? Login or subscribe for more.
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