More plants. Hate.

Why is it that Every. Single. Thing. I write must include some form of plant? And in including some form of plant, therefore mean that I have to do fairly extensive research to find out what species of tree, or whatever, I need to be referencing?

Arrrrrrgh. *beats head against desk*

Is this my subconscious telling me that I should go out and garden? Have I mentioned that the last time I was interested in playing about in dirt, I was about five?

Note to self: Set next piece in a freaking city.