Korean Stone Pine.
Back in 2007, I finally found a piece of
land that fit my budget. I had been saving up for my own farm since I was 9 years old, so I'm sure you can imagine how excited I was to finally find one!
2 weeks after closing, I planted 20
trees. One of them was a little stone pine seedling, just a few inches tall.
2 weeks after that, I found myself flat on the ground, unable to walk. An infection that had been completely asymptomatic, suddenly wasn't. By the time it was brought under control, it had done
enough damage to the muscles in my back that I couldn't stand up anymore. It took a long time to recover from that. And during my recovery, there was no one to look after the trees I had planted, and I was so strung out on painkillers I couldn't even remember where they'd been planted. I assumed that most of them died out, particularly the little tiny ones. Weeds on my property routinely get over 5 feet tall and are very aggressive, so I didn't think the seedlings stood a chance.
About a year later, my parents drove me out to the farm for a day. I still couldn't walk more than a few steps, but I was going stir-crazy, and dad felt like doing outdoor stuff. I remember sitting in the grass, enjoying the fresh air, and thinking "why does the grass near my hand feel so weird?"
I peeled back the layers of grass and weeds, and there it was. My little Korean Stone Pine had survived!!!
I have to admit, I cried when I saw it. With everything else that had gone wrong that year (my health problems were just a tiny part of it), this tiny little tree was a ray of hope. A testament to the power of stubbornness!!!
We made sure to mark where it was this time, and I periodically pulled back the weeds around it. It's about 4 feet tall now, and this year, I'm planting a dozen of them. This tree is my totem.