Potatoes
My partner asked me if I wanted flowers as a gift, an expression of love and appreciation. It was a beautiful and generous offer. But I said no. Instead, I asked him for some Danish potatoes. Seasonal. Magical. Delicious. It's interesting to observe that when one tries to live differently, to be in the world differently and relate differently with beings, including oneself, so many things can be questioned. Why is it so that flowers and expensive things are gifts but potatoes are not? Surely they can be gifts too. It was the first time someone has given potatoes to me. And I love them.