Tonight, we're traveling through another dimension, one not only of sight and sound, but of taste --- a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination.
Next stop: The Eull Gibbons Zone where we will investigate wild edibles within strolling distance of my front porch.
Needless to say, the focus is local and not necessarily pertinent to your backyard. It also barely scratches the surface, given everything here is edible, or so it seems. Except the poison mushrooms. For now, I've limited myself to a few of the more common edibles, so you'll have to wait for a future diary to read about sassafras, morels and hickory.
Our guide: Rodney, the hummingbird:
Yes, I know --- the quality is lacking. But he's all hopped up on sugar and won't sit still long enough for me to capture his essence on film. I was lucky to get this, given the little shit launches attacks every minute or so, for no reason. I cut a wide berth around him, especially if I'm wearing red.
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