The fields of crocus.
Violet for twenty-two days, silent for the rest of the year.
Every parcel we send begins in one of five valleys. Pampore for the saffron. Shopian for the almonds. Kupwara for the walnuts. Anantnag for the pistachios. Ladakh for the apricots.

Violet for twenty-two days, silent for the rest of the year.
Cold nights, dry days. The almonds concentrate slowly.
Our grandfather's first planting, still bearing fruit.
Grassy, mineral, quietly sweet.
The last valleys before the sky.