Tasting Mothers Bush May 2026

I put it on my tongue.

I was seven the first time she told me to taste it. tasting mothers bush

I nodded, not knowing what scurvy was, but feeling suddenly important, as if I had been let in on a secret that the rest of the world had forgotten. I put it on my tongue

"Go on," she said, plucking a single leaf and holding it to my lips. "It won't bite." not knowing what scurvy was