To me it was all an accident really. Of course my adult, logical mind immediately sequenced the events. We went on a nature walk and picked acorns off the ground. Loads and loads of acorns. We collected them in a basket and then left the basket in the cockpit. Then it rained. It rained and rained and rained for four days. Non-stop. So the acorns got wet and were all bundled together, still full of dirt and leaves, and nature did its thing. When we went to tidy up after the rains, we found many of the acorns had sprouted.
If you or your little ones in your life have never seen the movie My Neighbor Totoro... see it. Even for our family with no tv and very selective movies... Totoro has a place of honor on our boat and in our hearts.
And now in a jar, out in the cockpit our little oak garden is doing its thing. Nature. Magic. Or a little bit of both.
So to our seagoing Totoro I say, "please continue to look after us."