Was sitting in the sun, in my summerhouse. Sunny and 42 degrees, snow melting all around. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun, thinking of solar flares and northern lights. I opened my eyes and noticed small black pellets on the floor: seeds.
Morning glory seeds. The lattice walls of the summerhouse were twined with flower vines and dry seeds were bursting out of papery globes. I got a glass jar and started picking the spheres. I burst the paper and blew the shreds out of my palm, dumped seeds into the jar. Ready for spring planting and summer blossoms.
Morning glory seeds. The lattice walls of the summerhouse were twined with flower vines and dry seeds were bursting out of papery globes. I got a glass jar and started picking the spheres. I burst the paper and blew the shreds out of my palm, dumped seeds into the jar. Ready for spring planting and summer blossoms.
