Ever since I joined the gleaning club (ie: a few of my friends and I go about looking for food to forage), I see food everywhere. I don't just see it as something tasty though. I see the colors hiding in branches and in bushes. It seems miraculous to me that I won't starve, that my basket could always be full. I've made a subconscious sport of looking up and around me for bits of orange, or red, or purple. I've started to recognize the difference between a cherry tree and a plum tree. It has made my life more interesting, pretty, and deliberate. Three things I like.
I love going out on my bike and acting nonchalant while I search neighborhoods for trees with nobody to take care of them. I've started a collection in my sidebag of leaves and unripe fruit so that I can remind my self and go back soon when the pickings are good. So far this year I've collected wild grain and winnowed it with some friends; picked wild currant berries; caught two fish (well, Carl caught them, but I was there); found wild onion roots growing in our very own yard; pruned an abandoned apple orchard; ate plentiful from my garden (it didn't die!); ate local apricots, cherries, and plums; and now I've found a secret road full of neglected fruit-laden trees. There are few things more satisfying than plucking your own dinner from the ground or from a tree. Some might call me a hippie, I prefer pioneer woman. Look outside today and see what you find, there are plump apricots bursting from branches all over Provo right now!
I will probably write about this again, a lot of times. It really spins me, makes me excited, gets my goat, etc... I would love to hear your stories, or advice, or places to go, or if you have fruit trees, or gardens that you want us to come glean!
7 comments:
hm. makes my mouth smile.
Where we used to live, there was a favorite, neglected pomegranite tree that I would forage. They definitely didn't mind being neglected -- they were pefect -- every time! (They weren't being marketed like they are now and as valuable as gold. I'll bet it's not neglected any more!)
Ironic. I spelled "perfect" pefect.
Pioneer away, I say!
Pioneers were the original conservationists.
I'm definitely lacking in foraging skills. Weeds and plants all look the same to me.
what you wrote here made my soul happy. what a beautiful awareness to have of the world and all of the gifts the world offers all around us!
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