Farrow
Farrow smiled and led Trinket to a small patch of wilted burdock thistle, the leaves curled and wet in its small patch of half melted snow. She dropped Trinket's hand and dug around the base of the dead plant, who Thorns had grown soft with the weather. She shook off the cold, and turned to the child with a happy grin.
"I know it doesn't look like much, but this little plant is very tasty, and a good source of food even in the winter." Farrow dug her fingers into the barely sun-thawed dirt, cheering inside herself when her fingers found purchase around the meat of the thistles root before pulling it out of the ground. The root wasn't very long, but it was rotund enough to make a good meal when cooked. Farrow wiped what mud she could from the beige root, and showed it to Trinket, keeping the Thorne leaves in her hand, in case any errant prickers had survived the bitter season.
"You see, when humans die and leave their bodies, and the bodies are buried in the ground, they are eaten but the worms and the bugs who turn the flesh and the bone into new soil for all the plants to use to grow strong, like this," Farrow twisted the Burdock's leafy top from the root and offered it to Trinket. "And those of us left behind can use these plants to continue living. To eat as food or use as medicine, or to simply look upon. And so, even though they have died the people who lived and died here are still living, in all the small growing things."
"I know it doesn't look like much, but this little plant is very tasty, and a good source of food even in the winter." Farrow dug her fingers into the barely sun-thawed dirt, cheering inside herself when her fingers found purchase around the meat of the thistles root before pulling it out of the ground. The root wasn't very long, but it was rotund enough to make a good meal when cooked. Farrow wiped what mud she could from the beige root, and showed it to Trinket, keeping the Thorne leaves in her hand, in case any errant prickers had survived the bitter season.
"You see, when humans die and leave their bodies, and the bodies are buried in the ground, they are eaten but the worms and the bugs who turn the flesh and the bone into new soil for all the plants to use to grow strong, like this," Farrow twisted the Burdock's leafy top from the root and offered it to Trinket. "And those of us left behind can use these plants to continue living. To eat as food or use as medicine, or to simply look upon. And so, even though they have died the people who lived and died here are still living, in all the small growing things."
When in doubt, use nettles
