My niece likes spending time with me despite the fact I can’t speak the same language as her. I think this is mostly because I let her loose with the garden hose as well as letting her eat things off the floor.
In fact, in between soaking me with the hose and running away from me soaking her with the hose, my niece and I managed to gather over 1kg of plums from the branches that overhang into my garden from the neighbour’s tree. She led a chorus of ‘perfekt… perfekt… nicht gut’ as she lobbed the wrong’uns out across the garden, and I gathered the fruit that was out of her reach. Teamwork, innit.
We ate some (after washing it with the hose) and froze some. Some, once she was firmly in bed, was thrown into a bottle of vodka to see what happens. The rest remained in the fruit bowl for snacking purposes.
My niece may not have a garden herself, nor may she have any of her own plants, but hopefully she has a small grasp on the fact that food doesn’t just come from supermarkets, something we all could do with being reminded of occasionally.