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But just before he tilts the can over the jade plant\u2019s pot, the succulent with the long, tall leaves suddenly jolts to life. As if a gust of wind blew up from the floorboards, the plant\u2019s leaves ripple like Marilyn Monroe\u2019s dress over a subway grate. A surprised Morris drops the can in his hand\u2014water splashes across half the living room floor\u2014a moment before Sloan\u2019s beeping her arrival in the driveway. \u201cWhat in the world\u2026?\u201d Morris says, staring at the plant, which is back to being perfectly still.<\/p>\n

His mind might be playing tricks on him, Morris thinks, seeing as he didn\u2019t sleep well last night. \u201cDid you see that, too?\u201d Rascal lets out an equally confused meow. With Sloan waiting for him outside, Morris hurriedly cleans up the mess, checks his pockets to make sure he has the few things he needs\u2014\u201cwallet, keys, phone,\u201d he murmurs, slightly out of breath\u2014and heads out. He\u2019s confused to find a big blue truck instead of Sloan\u2019s car in the driveway but makes sense of it once he sees that Todd is behind the wheel.<\/p>\n

Morris exchanged a solemn head nod with Sloan\u2019s fianc\u00e9 at Fred\u2019s funeral, but that\u2019s as far as their interactions have gone. Todd hops out of his truck wearing a sleeveless tank that puts his arm tattoos on display. Sloan bounds up the driveway at his side in denim overalls, her light hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.<\/p>\n

The pair really do make quite a cute couple. \u201cHey, Morris,\u201d Sloan says happily. She gestures to Todd, who joins her in front of the truck. \u201cThis is Todd.\u201d Morris extends his hand for a shake, which Todd takes in his own. \u201cGreat to meet you, Mr. Warner.\u201d Morris smiles at him. \u201c \u2018Morris\u2019 will do just fine.\u201d Todd glances around the yard and pauses when his eyes land on Lake Michigan across the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe view really is crazy up here.\u201d He turns back to Morris. \u201cSloan said this was your childhood home?\u201d \u201cIt was.\u201d Morris looks at the big oak tree. \u201cOf course, I moved to Ypsilanti for college and then lived a few miles south of here most of my adult life, when I taught at CCHS.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe moved back into this house with my dad after they got married,\u201d Sloan adds to Todd. Morris\u2019s mom died prior to Fred\u2019s marriage proposal. And since the house had still been on the market, Morris suggested to Fred that they move in and make it their own. It was one of the best decisions Morris ever made. But now that he\u2019s a retired widower in his seventies living here alone, the home\u2019s deep roots feel a bit more bittersweet.<\/p>\n

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Provide your email again so we can register this ebook and send you more of what you like to read. You will continue to receive exclusive offers in your inbox. 1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en For those who\u2019ve struggled to bloom 1kitap1.com\/en Who knows, perhaps one day the language of trees will eventually be deciphered, giving us the raw material for further amazing stories.<\/p>\n

\u2014PETER WOHLLEBEN 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER 1 Jade I\u2019M GOING TO DIE TODAY. I\u2019m not always as certain about things as I am about this, but if there\u2019s one thing that I\u2019ve always been able to trust, it\u2019s whatever my roots are trying to tell me. And they told me this morning, right when the light nudged me awake, that today\u2019s sunrise would be my last\u2014all thanks to Second Sapien. I should probably back up a bit. Hi. I\u2019m Jade. I sprouted just two years ago, but you shouldn\u2019t be fooled by my youth.<\/p>\n

Age really is just a number, as Sapiens say, and that\u2019s especially true when comparing the developmental speeds of succulent houseplants and social primates. I, for example, have been independent since my sprouting. But if I were instead a two-year-old Sapien, I\u2019d be an onery menace who demands respect while defecating relentlessly, a burden on my own kind more than an asset to our survival. Also, it\u2019s a less relevant point, but don\u2019t they say Sapien seedlings are cute? Because I just don\u2019t see it.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sorry. I\u2019m normally not this grouchy. My imminent death is probably what\u2019s to blame. I really do love your kind, I swear. Sapiens traverse oceans to cure wanderlust disease and snatch salty potatoes through automobile windows for energy.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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