Apparently, some seeds went to the moon and back with Apollo 14, before being planted here on Earth to grow into trees. The problem is that no one really kept track of what happened to all of these seeds. If you know of one and it’s not on NASA’s list here, e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.
Yesterday, I read a poem by Scott Virtes about a moon tree, but what he had in mind was more in line with what my brain thinks when I hear the term, “moon tree.” His poem, First Tree on the Moon, went online yesterday with the new issue of The Martian Wave and I got the biggest kick out of it, especially having pondered “moon trees” in the last couple of weeks.
Speaking of coincidences, after reading davidbain ’s blog entry about his colonoscopy, I decided to write a poem about frog legs and donate it as a get-well wish, coincidentally while he was babysitting at someone else’s house watching an aquarium filled with frogs.
I’m not sure what this means, but it must mean something….