All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

This is my Pensieve. Hopefully less turgid than my blog, and more playful than work or school.
January21
She told me not to cut the tree, but we needed wood to burn. “This tree has no business being cut. It wants to grow.” “A tree so large has surely cast its seed,” I said. “If it wishes to grow, our tree will live in its saplings after the parent no longer blocks the sun.” I realized I had underestimated the tree’s guile when I saw that it had cast its seeds at the minds of men. The people who live near the stump were quicker than the saplings to make this old tree live again.

She told me not to cut the tree, but we needed wood to burn.

“This tree has no business being cut. It wants to grow.”

“A tree so large has surely cast its seed,” I said. “If it wishes to grow, our tree will live in its saplings after the parent no longer blocks the sun.”

I realized I had underestimated the tree’s guile when I saw that it had cast its seeds at the minds of men. The people who live near the stump were quicker than the saplings to make this old tree live again.