tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704480001770887487.post3486265742826780005..comments2016-03-04T20:16:03.477-08:00Comments on verdigrass: Spring' sGreen Cure.nadine sellershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101334796439082551noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704480001770887487.post-54609981119443115122012-04-09T15:57:48.342-07:002012-04-09T15:57:48.342-07:00in a way, i was indeed raised in the woods, becaus...in a way, i was indeed raised in the woods, because at every vacation or week-end, i would never miss a chance to cross the woods reach my grand-mother' s place several miles from the bus stop. it was a whole world to me, i felt safe and almost loved there, through fields and meadows, i communed with the known and less visible..solitude was my refuge and solace. as it still is wherever i park this carcass of mine.<br />i plan to write another article about more spring and summer edibles..such vibrant nutrition coursing the mind.nadine sellershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02101334796439082551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704480001770887487.post-16406656240940588492012-04-09T10:18:31.441-07:002012-04-09T10:18:31.441-07:00I love that---"I hear spring coming in the ki...I love that---"I hear spring coming in the kitchen." You remind me of Little Red Riding Hood out there picking and eating and filing your basket. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were raised in the woods! :) I had no idea so many of these things could be eaten. Wow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com