My
most vivid image of the rebirth of nature came to me when I was staying
at the old family farmhouse in Farndon, a village on the River Trent
near my home town, Newark. I was about four or five years old. Near the
house, I saw a row of willow trees with rusty wire hanging from them. I
wanted to know why it was there, and asked my uncle, who was nearby. He
explained that this had once been a fence made with willow stakes, but
the stakes had come to life and turned into trees. I was filled with
awe.
Rupert Sheldrake, from The
Rebirth of Nature
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