Lessons from Nature: Abrus Precatorius and the Maker’s Mind
I wandered to a part of the park I’d never seen before, which is my favorite way to go walking, and happily stumbled upon an area that seemed well tended but largely ignored. The trees grew in small clumps with cut grass and low-lying weeds. Around those trees were wrapped dead vines with bright red seeds nestled in large pods, ripped open at the seams… [But} That seemingly dead plant hanging limply against the proud oak wasn’t dead at all.
