A long time ago, when IG was young, I posted photos of some acorns I had planted. They sprouted tiny oak trees. Took forever to grow. Some folks named them. @marzenka_ @jenntofriends @theselivingseas That batch of saplings died by accident. But it was nice to share the experience with kind friends. I tried again with a couple of acorns I brought back from Central Park. #phoebetheoak and #chloetheoak One of them lives still and has grown about a foot tall. Some of you followed that journey as I posted macros of the tiny fragile buds. So last summer my Gram passed away and in the Fall my mum was seriously ill. My son and I were visiting her and took a walk on Mount Royal to get some air. Hiked to the top (past joggers running up the stairs - Montrealers know what that’s about). We connected as we walked and talked, happy and hopeful, important, sad stories flowed between us. We gathered stones and I told him about the geological history of the mountain. On our way back, we gathered acorns and on arriving home I tossed them into a pot, covered them with earth and left them, watering them when I remembered. Well this morning I noticed that a dozen or so had started to sprout. So here I am again folks, hopefully planting an acorn. A memory of a moment with my son, from a difficult time. Have a story to share about a tree you planted or a renewal of hope? Love to hear your thoughts.