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Baobab Tree
http://www.neatorama.com/2007/03/21/10-most-magnificent-trees-in-the-world/

In the spirit of preparation...check out this tree!  Caleb and I were looking at trees this morning and this is fascinating.  This tree can store up to 31,700 gallons of water to be prepared for drought conditions.

"The amazing baobab [wiki] (Adansonia) or monkey bread tree can grow up to nearly 100 feet (30 m) tall and 35 feet (11 m) wide. Their defining characteristic: their swollen trunk are actually water storage – the baobab tree can store as much as 31,700 gallon (120,000 l) of water to endure harsh drought conditions.

Baobab trees are native to Madagascar (it’s the country’s national tree!), mainland Africa, and Australia. A cluster of "the grandest of all" baobab trees (Adansonia grandidieri) can be found in the Baobab Avenue, near Morondava, in Madagascar:"


The trees and shrubs and perennials in our yard make and store food in the summer to live on in the winter.


"During winter, there is not enough light or water for photosynthesis. The trees will rest, and live off the food they stored during the summer. They begin to shut down their food-making factories. The green chlorophyll disappears from the leaves. As the bright green fades away, we begin to see yellow and orange colors. Small amounts of these colors have been in the leaves all along. We just can't see them in the summer, because they are covered up by the green chlorophyll." 

 http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/leaves.html







If God gives the trees and plants and animals ability to prepare then I'm sure He wants us to do the same! 

We just have a choice to do or not do!

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