I broke my phone so I spent a few days carrying my lightest book around. I‘m thinking a lot about plants reflecting the seasons lately and this has a lot of beautiful nature writing in it, alongside two lovingly drawn characters. It really makes me want to read Tove Jansson‘s other adult fiction, and to go stay with friends or family somewhere beautiful and a bit inconvenient. Didn‘t quite make me cry but it was close. I think I‘ll reread this one :)