You might recall my excitement from a few weeks ago (here): we sew the seeds we harvested this summer in the subarctic mountains. Our expectations for them where pretty low, as the plants had to go through so much stress throughout their life that it was highly unlikely that they would have found enough energy to invest in their future.

Yet there they were: tiny seedling, the ancestors of a few brave absolute winners! Not more than a few centimeters tall they were – and thin as a razor, yet they were the proof that in the world of plants, virtually everything is possible.

Do not ask me to survive day in day out in the freezing cold above the polar circle ànd find time to invest in a healthy family. But then again, that is probably why I am not a plant.