I did pick up one interesting-looking stump. It had two trunks, separating low on the base, and the pointy slanted way they chainsawed it was unusual. I took it home and set it out in the yard.Wilma hit in October, 2005.
In October, 2006, wandering around my brick pathways and admiring my pretty ponytail stump, I noticed something.
A tiny bunch of leaves had sprouted from the base of the stump.
Understand, this was just a dead piece of a stump. No roots at all, just a piece of wood. I want to think I can resurrect anything, but it never even occurred to me this one could be viable. It was dead. Really gone. Okay?
Great Pics! The Persistence of Life, tho'he were dead, yet shall he live...etc. Nice Easter connections here.
ReplyDeleteAnd I wrote that comment even before I read the rest of your Easter post!
ReplyDeleteGreat minds!
See? You knew where I was going, right off.
ReplyDeleteI'm never quite satisfied with the pix, myself. Or maybe I should say, satisfied *enough* is all I feel. They adequately express the image I want to put out there, so that's fine. Perhaps one day I'll learn how to photoshop, and get a camera that doesn't have the glare issues this one does, so forth. For now, it'll do.