The pomegranate tree in my garden has been in bloom for a while. In its bright red flowers, there happens certain series of cell divisions which have started by the help of bees, insects and birds. Cells keep on dividing into new ones without caring about what I’ll do with them and produce fruits which are equally careless.
I collect them when they’re ripe and it’s the autumn, eat what’s inside and dry their rind, because they are a perfect source of yellow. Observing and participating in this process are always a thrill for me and make me feel like a kid who never gets bored of listening to the same story over and over again.