Pinta island plants8/13/2023 The first time I ever wanted to eat wild edibles was after reading Jean Craighead George’s My Side of the Mountain as a nine or ten year old. In that book, a boy runs away from New York City and ekes out a living in the Catskill Mountains. That said, the following are some of my favorites I’ve ate (and drank): For anyone serious about this hobby, I would highly recommend 1) positive plant ID skills and 2) the Peterson Guide to Edible and Wild Plants (and notthe advice of this blog). The availability of these edibles is dictated by the seasons. In the spirit of Leopold, I’ve been attempting to learn as many edible plant recipes as I can using what I can forage around here. I can produce a handful of zucchinis, tomatoes, and cucumbers, but the Piedmont produces a wealth of its own edible plants between its impervious surfaces. ![]() I’m not a farmer and I struggle to maintain a small garden in the summer. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.” “There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. As the great conservationist Aldo Leopold said: ![]() Too much convenience can skew our perspective. Besides a handful of businesses named after the Chattahoochee River or neighborhoods named for the forests they replaced, most of our commercial activity is not intimately tied to the nature of the land we sleep on, drive on, and work on. Our society places its value in its ability to house some venture… not so much in its beautiful natural resources. ![]() With our abundance of grocery stores, convenience stores, and strip mall bodegas, metro Atlanta land is just a spatial commodity in the 21st Century. Life in the suburbs is all about convenience.
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