Remember? With that, you brought your big, nasty fist crashing down on the oak desktop you’d crafted as our wedding gift.
It wasn’t true though, was it? The trees that kept the scattered remains of their ancient family members alive weren’t so simple. They talked and cooperated, had the capacity to heal. They emitted gases to warn of predators.
Can you hear me, lying there in critical condition? The trees hear me when we talk. They remember the things I tell them.
Yes, the trees communicate. And they remember.