I had some broad beans that were several years past their “plant-by” date. They were old seeds - were they alive, could they sprout? Just add water?
I put them between moist paper towels and waited.
Alive! There is something rather miraculous about the sprouting of seeds - especially in this case, rather dried up beans.
Still alive! The wonder of the tiny leaves emerging through the soil. What a thrill!
Not quite the creature from the black swamp, but there is something primeval about the emerging leaflets - the surge of life, the source of the life we all depend on. There’s a world of wonder in nature’s most basic things.
And I’m struck by how much we tend to overlook the world of plants all around us - to the point where plants are treated as some kind of background green-ness. Yet we are utterly dependent on plants - we can’t afford to take their wellbeing for granted.