Hope Springs Internal

This is part of a daily writing project in conjunction with photographer Sarah Tesar. For every day of May 2017 I will be writing a short piece inspired by Sarah’s daily photos as posted on her Instagram feed.

Photo © 2017 Sarah Tesar


How strange. So rugged and unassuming, the pine cone is. Hard and jagged, laying motionless beneath whence it came. A dry, brown husk that would seem to connote death rather than life.

But pine cones are all about life. They serve to reproduce. It’s tough not to imagine that this rock-hard little nugget would have to be planted deep in the ground, like a potato to grow more potatoes. And how would a pine cone even get planted so deep in the earth?

Apparently this is not the case. The flared, edgy little wings of the cone in fact carry little seeds that have to be dispersed forcibly – usually by squirrels – in order to pollinate and make new trees. A prime example of how fascinating the circle of life can be, how a plant can evolve to rely on animals as intermediaries in order to reproduce.

And yet, a pine cone is not as pretty as a flower that attracts bees with sweet smells and bright colours. But that’s not to say that pine cones have nothing to offer.

At the very least, they offer new life.

© 2017 Andrew Hall Writes


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