Deus Ex Machina brought home these two tree branches. He thinned them from a stand of larger, healthier trees that were shading them, as they would not have grown anyway. They're poplar, he tells me, and we thought they were dead. I mean, isn't that logical? When one cuts down a tree or coppices a limp, that part that was severed from the tree is no longer alive.
This weekend, we discovered that the one on the right has quite a zest for life, and has, apparently, decided to regrow itself. We're debating whether we should plant the stick.
There's so much about this world, about nature, about the propagation of life that we simply do not know, but we'll definitely need to relearn those lessons.
We have so much to learn.