Lydy's Anarchist Revival Meeting

I can remember eating mulberries and my mother shrieking at me horrified because they might have worms in them. No, it didn't make sense then either. I can't remember doing much foraging as a child, but both my father and grandfather had large gardens. I can remember the pleasures of strawberries, blackberries, dewberries, and tomatoes fresh from the plant that minute. And sweet corn. Sigh.

MKK