Cowboy, take me to Canada
Oh, the woods, how I miss them. To help make myself more complacent, agreeable, pleasant, I have started studying foraging. Now I know exactly how to identify a fiddle head fern and when to harvest it. I also know that you can eat pertinear every part of the cattail at some point during the year. I also know how to make Sumac lemonade. Are you impressed? So now I'm getting ready to stroll through one of the many metro area parks and start identify the flora. Of course I wouldn't eat it. Lord knows what's in the dirt it's growing from, or in the case of aquatic plants, the water. Flash back to age 23: I was a young whip snap just out of nursing school and starting my first job at a nursing home. I was asked to witness the destruction of some meds and found there was a whole station devoted to flushing expired and discontinued meds into the sewer. My reaction was "Really? We just dump the meds into the water? What is this, 1895?" I know things are changing and