“The Forest Floor”
It was Grandma Wilson who first made us aware of the black treasure
lying in the woods. She was a slight wisp of a lady with twinkling
eyes and an infectious smile. It was her custom to select one child
at a time and invite them to a breakfast of poached eggs floating
in butter and soda bread. It was one spring day, in this foregone
era, that Grandma Wilson summoned us. She dispatched us to the
woods with specific instructions to harvest her treasure.