Last night I commented to dh that: 1) I really miss homeschooling (nothing like sending your kids to underscore how great homeschooling is!); 2) I missed ds5’s exuberant energy. He’s seemingly adjusting well to everything, except this boy who used to be happy and excited about everything now is constantly whining, complaining, and crying – I realized yesterday that he hardly ever smiles from deep inside anymore.
This morning the whining started when a sibling gave him a spoonful of sugar in his second bowl of oatmeal, and it wasn’t a big enough spoonful. You would have thought something terrible had happened, the way he began crying and yelling. I asked him to speak pleasantly, and he really seemed unable to.
I explained to him that we don’t go to school when we are sick because it could make people sick, and it’s not fair to the people around us to go to school when we are miserable; it makes people feel good when we smile and bad when we are unhappy. So it became a ‘gan Mommy’ morning (‘Mommy playgroup’ – what staying home with me was termed for the sake of ds2.5 so he would feel like he was doing what everyone else going to school was).
He was upset about not getting to go to school, but within a half hour, he was smiling. Really smiling. I could almost see him unwind and inwardly relax. It was so nice to see. I told him at 10 am we’d take a walk and go to the park, but when we got there, the officials told us they changed the hours for the winter and wouldn’t be open until 3 pm.
I’ve recently noticed that it seems to be prime foraging season here – in the US it was after the winter – and lately I’ve had a hankering to get outside and just harvest something! My motivation for this morning’s outing was that yesterday I noticed some rosehips when I was out with the kids, and wanted to check if there were more so I could prepare a big batch at once. So it didn’t make much of a difference to me where we went, and when ds5 suggested another park, off we went.
We detoured somewhat, scanning the rosebushes that lined the streets. On the way, I showed him what mallow looks like – I don’t usually pick any wild edibles around here that grow on the ground because there are lots of dogs. But it had just rained and we were in an area that didn’t seem to be a dog spot, so we picked some.
Then we entered a big gorgeous park that has a playground but is mostly a huge beautiful natural area, and while the boys were running around I kept my eyes open for rosehips, but instead noticed that some of the olive trees had some ripe olives still remaining. So when they finished running, I suggested we find an olive tree to pick from. But ds5 said, “I don’t want to pick olives, I want to pick carob!” He noticed right then that we were passing a carob tree, so I hoisted him on my shoulder and he picked a few nice long pods. The three of us snacked on them as we went along, and then found some more mallow off the beaten trail.
As we followed the mallow trail, we happened upon a low growing olive tree with a huge rock underneath it. This was perfect since ds5 could reach the olives by climbing on this big rock. Ds2 also wanted to pick, but it didn’t last long since it meant me holding him up high while simultaneously pulling the olive branch down low towards us. I gave him the olives I picked to put in the bag (he was much slower than we were, so this wasn’t really suitable), then switched his job to holding the bag of olives open, but that wasn’t a great job for him either. But I let him keep that job since he felt useful and ds5 and I filled our pockets as we picked, and periodically emptied them into the bag. We ended up with 1 – 2 quarts of fresh olives.
It was a gorgeous day, the sky was a perfect blue and the sun was shining, and it just felt so marvelous to be out doing this. I felt so happy I almost cried – I didn’t realize how much I missed the feeling of being out in nature. And it felt so right to be with my littles, giving them opportunities for self-directed outdoor experiences, so unlike the kindergarten environment where everything is structured and adult-led. I watched ds5 and ds2 find a huge ant hill, try to feed the ants olives, mash some olives with a rock and show me about the dye that resulted, all while soaking in vitamin D from the sun. You can’t manufacture real experiences like this, and there’s something about these kind of things that is good for kids (and adults!) at a deep, soul level.
On the way out of the park, we found an abundance of rosehips concentrated on a few bushes – all the other bushes we found were still in bloom. Ds2 planted himself right next to one and got busy picking, and when I told him it was time to go a few minutes later, he looked at me seriously and said, “I’m not done yet”, and got back to industriously picking the rosehips and putting them in the sandwich bag we had with us. He was so focused and felt so accomplished! I let him pick a while longer, but then we really did have to leave.
On the way home we found a small lemon tree – they weren’t so big and I have lemons at home, but they were happy to be able to pick three of them. We got home with all of our treasures, tired after being out all morning but only one of us ready for a nap (me!).
I don’t honestly find foraging to be about frugality for me. We’re way too big a family and the amounts I can pick are so small that they’re not generally consequential, and the time investment – if looked at it strictly from an economic point of view – doesn’t usually justify the expenditure. But from an experiential and empowerment perspective, it’s definitely worthwhile. I like that my kids can identify plants and food that grow around them, and have a chance to be in touch with the physical world in a real way.
Do you ever harvest food growing in the wild? What kind of things grow locally to you? What do you like about foraging? Do you share my feeling that it’s empowering on a personal level?
Avivah
(This post is part of Monday Mania, Traditional Tuesdays, Fat Tuesdays, Homestead Barn Hop, Real Food 101 and Real Food Wednesdays.)