There’s that distinctive sound freshly frosted fern fronds make when stepped upon. It’s different than the snap of exhausted twigs, or a bed of pine needles gathered for their winter sleep over.
It’s the sound of saltine crackers being crumbled into that first fall minestrone simmering on the wood stove.
Jimmy is a writer from Portland, Oregon. Having worked in the horticultural side of life for over 30 years, he is now working on a book about his backpacking adventures around South Asia in the early 1990’s.
What a delicious audio-visual experience, Jimmy.
Well done!
Wow, thanks so much!
I can just taste that delectable stew…
Me too! Thanks for the compliment
This will always be one of my favorites of yours :)
Thanks for the inspiration and motivation
Truly a sensory feast!
❤️thanks!!
Love your imagery! And the soup! Just a note, ‘their’ would not be used on non gendered/plants etc. It would be proper to just use ‘the’. Sorry, English
teacher in me just had to notice. Keep up the great writing!
Thanks for the compliment as well as the critique! I actually went back and forth on that but my intention was to humanize the needles as children having a slumber party so I opted for ‘their’. I do so very much appreciate your feedback as it will definitely help me progress in my writing!
Reasonable minds may differ on this, of course, but in my opinion the use of “their” is correct here, because it is indicating possession: the winter sleep over belongs to the pine needles. It’s similar to how we might say, “The flock of sheep are eager for their meal of grass.” There’s no reason an inanimate object cannot take possession of another noun, grammatically speaking, regardless of the noun’s genderlessness. For example, trees shed their leaves.
❤️Thanks Tim
I smiled when I read this.
That means the world to me!
Mood and moment captured to absolute perfection. Love this!
Thank you so much!