I may have mentioned (a million, trillion times to anyone who will listen) how I have this dream of living in the woods, in a big old house with creaky floors, and having a massive garden and doing all manner of domestic things, like baking my own bread, mixing herbs to create the perfect tea, knowing the constellations, etc, etc.
Unfortunately, my current living situation is a little more Walmart than Walden. When I was a kid, there was a giant field across the street from my house, with three ball diamonds and some great places to explore. We used to make "nests" in the tall grass. I vividly remember sitting in the middle of one, listening to Annie Lennox on my neighbour's pink "boombox". We don't have a field anymore, but we do have a Walmart, and a Superstore, and a dollar store, and a lot of other stores.
Last year, my mom and I discovered a patch of nature behind the Superstore while we were on an evening walk. There were a ton of raspberry and blackberry bushes, all along the train tracks there. Our fingers were stained purple by the time we got home. So I decided today that I would go back and collect some for some jam.
The urban foraging gods were good to me. I had to wade through a pretty dense patch, but finally I found some beautiful red berries, and started picking.
I collected a big bowl before the heat, and an oncoming train got to me. It sure satisfied my city-living, country-loving heart, though.
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