Yikes! It doesn't look hopeful for this little maple. What a story it must have. Happily it drifted along, swept by the wind or my patio broom. Suspecting only the best, I assume, it settled into this crack just beside my patio table, on a slab of 10' x 20' aggregate cement, surrounded by gardens full of fertile, lush soil. Darn. Our students come to us as saplings, some born onto humous so rich that they cannot help by sprout, spread and grow to bear fruit. Some strewn upon dry desert. They come vulnerable and full of promise. They are entrusted to us, for a minimum of six hours a day. I tempted to transplant this little sprout of a maple, or to add some soil to the crack or just to at least put up a sign, warning trespassers: "Do not step here! Watch out! Tree growing! But, I'm also curious to see what will happen if this sapling is left undisturbed. ( I may help the rain gods out a bit with my watering can...) I have a hunch this maple will teach me a thing or two. |
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