Earlier today a little girl (maybe 9 or 10 years old) came up to me and asked me to open a bottle of water for her, as she’d been given a packet of seeds and a dry compost plug in a paper cup and wanted to plant them immediately.
We chatted about the different shapes of seeds — she liked the ones with a tuft of bristles at the end. After she had planted them she gave me a hug and then ran off towards the next thing that had grabbed her attention.
It sounds idyllic, doesn’t it? However… (1/2)
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