As a child, my best little girlfriend
had a garden that featured bright red snapdragon flowers. When I think
back to being a child in the summers, I think of how aware we were of
all the plants and trees and even the weeds! Maybe because we were short enough and low enough to the ground to notice them!
I was lucky to have a rural existence as a child.
My girlfriend's father was German and her mother was Croation. He taught her which plants were edible, which were poison, and which were just for picking.
