Coming to you next Monday (11th, November, 2011).
Spring was here. We the children seeds all felt it. Locked beneath the soil surface for the cold months of winter, we each had plotted our strategies and revenge for the next cycle of life. There was no total victory in the struggle in each round, just winners and losers, honor and disgrace. And the result of each cycle fight depended massively on time, chance, and how wily each plant species could be. I was regarded as the rightful king, but that meant nothing to my scheming cousins. In fact, being the king just meant you were the one everyone tried to topple. A most tiresome occupation but what could I do? This was my destiny. Thrust upon me by millions of years of natural selection, pushed onto me from multiple thousands of my predecessors before me. I was the acorn, the oak-apparent.
This world, anthropocentric beings we are. Have you ever seen the world through the eyes of another? The eyes of a plant perhaps?
We welcome you to Green Nation where plants are born to survive – they hustle, they plan, they scheme, they make friends and foes, they love, they war, they struggle against the odds!