my mum gave me chestnuts the other day that were sprouting roots. they were so sweet, reaching out of their shells for moisture and sustenance. i was supposed to plant them, but i had no soil. i spent every day since then with a nagging feeling that i was destroying something beautiful through negligence. today i finally got the earth in which to plant the seeds, but of course the little exploratory roots had all dried up.

i took the chestnuts, and some acorns i collected and put them on a bed of paper towels inside the lid of an egg carton, and covered them with a second layer. i’ve soaked the paper in water, and left them under the kitchen sink. i am not giving up on the little, half destroyed chestnuts yet. i will let you know how it goes.