Soska and white flowers

It was a pale, silver sliver of a spring evening, and the twilight slant lasted longer than usual.  I arrived a little early at Ildiko’s house and, with a hankering for something green, headed to the village yard to find some soska, wild sorrel.  Szebi showed me how to spot it, and then Cintia and I added it to my basket by the handful.  And then we added a flower, and then another flower, and another, and by the end – a trip across the quiet Tisza branch and back – we had more flowers than sorrel.  This, of course, is the blissful condition of spring.


About Cassidhe Hart

My favorite times of the year: when the weather is first cold enough to put socks on and when the weather is first warm enough to take my socks off.
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