In my life philosophy,
foraging is a sacred word.
When I lived in native land India
it was an alien concept.
There was unspoken rule,
females didn’t go to nature,
academics took my day and night.
But I came to California
in my late twenties.
Females enjoy freedom here
and I had time.
I took to foraging,
my biology knowledge helped.
Over the past fifteen years
so much I have gathered.
When I do it,
it makes me immensely happy,
connecting to ancestors,
easy on the planet,
respect to nature,
no involvement of money,
the root of all issues.
I go to nature walks
without expectations,
just mindfulness,
and bring back things.
Here you see,
dandelion flower fritters —
they turned out well,
me and little son enjoyed each bite.
Below, halved acorns,
which I leached, and turned
to sweet porridge.
My kids chant the word “foraging” too,
and we all feel happy,
as if nature is smiling on us.
Note: Thank you for reading. Do try foraging?
About the Creator
Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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Comments (2)
Oh wow, I had no idea that dandelion could be fried into fritters. What do thay taste like? Loved your poem! And no, I've never tried foraging before. I'm not interested either hehehe
Your very lucky my sister finds some beautiful stones, rocks,shells etc on her trips to beaches. I love finding things that tell a story🙏🙏🙏🏆