Saving the old Chestnut

Deep in the forest, where I am living, there is an old chestnut tree, that is positively ancient. It is easy to imagine that I am receiving tired sentiments from that tree. To me, it seems ready to pass onwards except that  it would like to leave an heir behind, a sapling to carry on its memories ...

However,it is so dark in the deep forest, that young trees will never get enough light to grow up.
To help the old tree along, I took three of its chestnuts home to raise them and put them into a bowl of wet cotton-wool.

And finally, after the long winter the chaestnuts grew ... I don't know what to call them ... sprouts?