Saturday, September 12, 2009


When I was a kid and biking the country roads, I was very excited to find and identify this plant. I don’t think my father had known what it was, and he was the one who cared about wild plants in the family. I learned that in olden times, the dried heads had been used to comb wool.

Biking these roads again, I found myself thrilling to the sight of teasel once more. I felt a hint of sadness. My teenage awakening to teasel felt like one of the few really happy, spontaneous moments of exploration, discovery, and learning that I could remember in those years.

Ah, but what is true? And what are the tricks of blue memory?

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