Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Seeds


My grandmother always carried Cosmos seeds on her person like she did her snuff box. Where ever she went, who ever she met, if there was some earth present in the scene, even in a pot, then the Cosmos seeds were doled out with the same solemnity  used to take a pinch of snuff before it went up the nose – a careful drawing together of the thumb and  forefinger so that just the right amount was gathered between them. When grandmother gave, recipients did as instructed so that plants would shoot up and flowers would splash out their myriad hues of glorious colour.  Thus my grandmother left a trail of colourful Cosmos behind her the way some women leave a whiff of memorable perfume as they drift out of a room. 


6 comments:

Kamini said...

That was cute and funny, I liked it. Your grandma sounds like an endearing lady!

Jill said...

Excellent post, Priya! Gorgeous pastel...Ooo, those colors! The writing and the art are so perfect together.

Once Upon A Tea Time said...

That is such a lovely memory. I am waiting for you to write a book :).

and flowers pick themselves said...

i love your words + photos. wonderful!

xo Alison

ArtPropelled said...

Imagine if we all did that. What a great idea! Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful character. We've just been through our cosmo season and road trips from here to Johannesburg are all the more beautiful for the fields of pink and white cosmos.

Sophie Munns said...

Wow...this is amazing Priya..........
I have a favour to ask...I'll look for your email address!
best,
Sophie