A few weeks ago, Dad and I were walking out by the river along the forest path. He mentions that when he was a youth, he was very interested in botany, which was both old and new information. I remembered Dad was very into plants for as long as I can remember, but this was the first time I’d heard that it had been a passion of his. “See these pine needles,” he said, “you can make a kind of tea out of these.” We haven’t brewed a pot of it yet (he brought some real tea back from Taiwan); maybe this week, we’ll try making the pine needle tea.
Posted on October 21, 2006 in Encounters