The pleasure of names.
Back in the day—when I started this blog—I didn’t know the first thing about foraging. In fact, I knew laughably nothing.
This was the extent of my knowledge:
- That’s a dandelion.
- I think this is wild lettuce. Oooh… Why is it oozing?
- Did you know clover is edible? (and I considered wood sorrel clover)
Nowadays, I go out with a camera, a knife, and containers. I can gather food, make a meal, ramble on about all the plants I know to anyone who will listen. And I don’t know why I’ve stuck with it this long. I guess… there is some great pleasure in knowing the names of things.
And if you think about it, there really is. The way you savor the name of the one you love, the thrill off knowing the name of Pleaides and of Rigel…
