This book grows into a tree when planted

This idea from Pequeno Editor on how to get young kids to plant trees is 100% solid gold.

The Argentine publisher has created a children's book made from recycled paper, biodegradable ink and jacaranda seeds, as part of a project called, Tree Book Tree. After reading the story, children can bury the book in the ground. The acid-free pages and hand-stitched binding will eventually decay, the seeds will take root, and, with a little love and care, a tree will begin to grow.

Jacaranda is a flowering tree native to tropical and subtropical regions of Central America, South America, Cuba, Hispaniola, Jamaica and the Bahamas.

The book, titled Mi Papá Estuvo en la Selva, or My Father Was in the Jungle, is aimed at kids between the ages of 8 and 12 and is meant to inspire them to return the book to mother nature after they are done reading it (over and over again).

[h/t: TreeHugger]

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