Not all of us have the chance to enter a new life after we are cut from our roots. This is true for everything in this world: people and their hearts, animals and their flesh, trees and their wood. The little gardener, though, is too kind to let the leftover wood scraps die. She carves little shapes out of them and calls them Treeshe (a Persian word for scrap wood). Each Treeshe has a name and a story that we will discover in this collection.