The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 326

The things we plant and replant. When do they serve as an invitation? This is a story about Elephant Ears. A plant that was taken from a school that had closed and replanted in my forest in south Charlotte, NC. But I failed it. Elephant Ears need lots of sun. So I replanted it in a pot then set it on the deck 23 feet above the forest floor. They loved it. Winter came too early. I brought the Elephant Ears indoors. My disaster artist dog doesn't like plants. I turn this experience to our personal lives. What are we doing with the things we plant and how are they surviving without our help? How many times do you have to replant something only to lose it by means of something totally out of your control?