I savored this book as a treat to read at the end of the day, slowly reading less and less to keep it going as long as possible. I finally decided to read the last few chapters last night because, in just a few hours, I am getting a tattoo of a seed, Acer saccharum - the sugar maple, in honor of my childhood home. The last few sentences of the book really drive home why this is such a special book, and reading the subtext made me even a bit happy-teary. 

The author talks with us like friends at a dinner table, delivering all the complexity of plants raising young by ever so often dropping in bits of daily life with his young child, who we meet early on with his sweet pronunciation of "heeds." After all, seeds are just baby plants trying to make it in a big weird world, just like us. 

I bet I will re-read this a few times.