My Son makes me the luckiest Mom that I know. (I don’t think he reads this blog very often.)
He presented me with a gift the other day. Then he said “Guess what it is!”
He dumped the contents of a small box onto my counter-top — I took a step back, and made a few . . . guesses.
Finally, “Are they biological?”
I got that one right.
No little feet, so they probably couldn’t be little mice.
I’ve received several other “interesting” and initially unidentifiable presents during the past years. Some come with a warning. “Don’t bring this upstairs.” “Don’t stay too close to this. ” “Don’t let water touch this.” “Keep this away from matches.” “This won’t last very long.” And: “Just be careful.”
This one came with no warnings. But I think it came with an implied request.
Okay, the answer is, these are Saffron Crocus bulbs!!!! So excited! “How in the world….?” Then, soon as he said they’re from Turkey, we both instantly ran into our front room where I keep the big globe; we found Turkey, then drew a line with our fingers through Spain and into . . . Our State in the U.S. !!!! Yes!!! Same latitude.
Like Spain and Turkey, we can probably grow these bulbs. We just have to do something about the average temperature, which is thankfully NOT like Turkey or Spain.
And Son’s implied request? Just think of a fresh loaf of warm, fragrant yellow bread, dotted with little currants and raisins, and shiny butter melting down the sides of the crust…..
I’m sure he was.