My Honey,

I'm approaching exhaustion. All I have left is one more piece of bread. And thereafter I'm surrendered to the graces of the winds.

Two choices present themselves in front of me.
One is to eat, the other is to plant. If I eat now, I'm fine till tomorrow. If
I plant now, I'm hungry tomorrow but I might have a chance next year,
when my bread will rise from the dirt as young stemming wheat that I

...will crop and grind and bake...

into hundreds of fresh loaves that I can smell already. Eat or plant? Eat or plant? Eat or plant?

I said "plant"...as my hand reached my mouth and my teeth chewed my bread and my eyes dripped my tears.

[ PS Still searching for the lost treasure ]