On the minute I gave this poor plant a few litres of water, it started to recover. Where does such enormity of survival instinct come from? What’s in the rain?
On the minute I gave this poor plant a few litres of water, it started to recover. Where does such enormity of survival instinct come from? What’s in the rain?
Det blir en ny början
när törsten släckts…
Regnvatten renar.
What other choice is there but to live — it is the way.
Perhaps only man contemplates darker alternatives.
Det är en intressant tanke, Malin, att något nytt börjar varje gång…
Earl, I can’t see other alternatives than that either. This plant that I contemplate seemed just an hour from being absorbed by the ground, and only 30 minutes from I had provided it water, I saw rather the opposite, the the plant erected its leafs and seemed virtually to absorb the ground. That’s a recovery beyond my comprehension.