a sea of fire / a field of flowers (serotiny)

Botanists call it serotiny: the germination of a seed triggered by an ecological catastrophe, most often a wildfire. A lodgepole pine carries its cone for years, sealed shut in dormancy. The seed will not yield to ordinary weather fluctuations - be it a light drizzle, idle drift of wind, or accumulation of mild seasons. Only a searing, unrelenting heat will split it open into growth. I discovered this through what we call the law of destruction, the idea the collapse is not the interruption of growth but the condition for it. We tend to treat destruction (the fire) as something to ensure on the way to something else. We want the green shoot, without the burning that preceded it. But serotiny unsettles such logic (For the cone, there is no before and after. There is only the fire). After all, isn't destruction the renewal itself in its most violent and unrecognizable state? In the aftermath of a wildfire, a forest looks like an ending: charred trunks, thinned canopies, ash seeping into…