Sarah half ran up to her tree. This step was not very simple, and Sarah was still off the idea that this whole tree business was a waste of time. She reached into her satchel and took out her pouch. With her finger she felt that the bark bits were still there. Good... they had not fallen out during the night.

Sarah reached her fingers in again and took a few bits between her thumb and index finger. She then sprinkled them at the base of the tree, before returning her hand to the pouch. This time she took a fistful, after all she had not extra time to waste. Even so, she took the time to sprinkle it around. Before putting her hand in again, she looked at her watch. She still had ten minutes left.

Back into the pouch her hand went and it made the journey a few times as Sarah circled the base of the tree. This was being sustainable, fertilising the tree that way. She wondered how the tree felt about it, It was like feeding a chicken, chicken