Rose Hip Tea

At the playground this week, two little girls—sisters—were waving at Lucia from across the playground, and echoing her little squeals back at her. Then they came over, holding hands, because they wanted to say hi. After some smiling and waving back and forth, the older sister said firmly, “We have to go now. We need to get things for my project. I’m doing a project on rose hip tea.”

“Are you making rose hip tea?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. “And I need to go buy rose hips.”

This seemed like a very California-y project. But I hope we’re able to send Lucia to a school where she can make rose hip tea, too.