This came to the reinventors as a dried out stick. The practical reinventor (ever the optimist) stuck it it a jam jar of water on the kitchen window sill.
Sure enough, it sprouted roots, so she planted it.
And look! It does seem to like life in the corner next to chooks and behind the plum tree. There are three offshoots.
We wonder whether we could extract our own golden syrup or whatever from it?
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