Synchronicity, or just a coincidence?
So yesterday M called me to ask whether I wanted to share 2.5 kilos of organic alfalfa (unsprouted). I said that (a) sounded like a lifetime's supply, and (b) I hadn't sprouted since last summer, when I was very into it.
I put down the phone, got out my seeds, rinsed them twice, and left them on the windowsill to sprout. Three days.
This morning, I collect my organic box from my doorstep (poetic licence: I live in Kilburn. The one time they did leave it on my doorstep, it got nicked. Now we have a hiding place) and top of the box? A punnet of sprouted alfalfa.
See.
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