Nature walks get a bad press in a lot of fiction and autobiography. Adults remember the boredom of being dragged off to inspect things that hold no appeal whatsoever. Not so with Maja. She is fascinated by seed pods littering the path on the way to her other grandparents’ place. On Easter Sunday, she crouches down with a pile, some Djiadek gave her, some she found herself. She breaks them open to their opalescent creamy insides, with the black seeds nestled in their custom built hollows, and carefully lifts the seeds out and places them on the pavement. When it’s time to go inside for the goose, she picks them up and scatters them, pods and seeds, on the earth inside the garden fence.
Thank you so much Gilly, and initiator Ulli. This challenge has been fun, and given me a way to break up dense posts, and perceive things differently.