Saturday, May 12, 2012

Anxiety and Pretty Flowers

The other day I took the kids out to the nearby meadow for a little foraging.  Well, for them it was rock scrambling and playing.  For me it was digging up wild carrots (more on that later), some field garlic, and finding a treasure trove of violets!  The kids joined me on the violet hunt and I soon had enough to finish that batch of jelly I'd hoped for.  After steeping the violets overnight, today I have 9 half-cup jars of violet jelly to start this year's gift stash.

As far as the wild carrots go - I think I may have lost my nerve!  I know what they look like, what they smell like, and what they taste like.  But, after getting a few home, I was struck with anxiety that I might have messed up.  Gotten poison hemlock instead (which we did see, by the way).  I waited several hours, sure I was going to die a horrible, paralytic death.  My toes tingled, and I quietly worried.  Swore I would do no more "extreme foraging."

Well, as you can see, I am still alive, but that doesn't make me feel any better.  What if one of the carrots, one of the ones I didn't taste, isn't a carrot?  Death could be lurking in the fridge for me.  I think maybe, as with the mushrooms, I will be a less enthusiastic forager....

1 comment:

  1. I used to make violet jelly every year. I have had wild carrots too but not for a long, long time.


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