We picked some fresh pomegranates from my mother’s garden.
They were gorgeously sweet and juicy.
My children and I sat in our backyard ripping them open with our fingers, with juices flowing down our arms, chomping on them hungrily.
I taught them how to spray the seeds from their mouths – machine gun style – just like I used to, when I was 10.
Have you ever tried to play music on tin cans by spitting seeds?
It’s a bit gross. But hella fun.