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Tales from the holler; the walk home.
A series of short stories
The mayflowers we just opening as the little girls ran home in the rain.
They only know they are mayflowers because their mother taught them all the plants in the areas. At first glance, you would have assumed they were a poor family. Uneducated and your usual hippies from the 70s.
Yet the woman held a degree in botany from U-Mass and graduated top of her class.
Her short life was packed full of the knowledge of plants in the hills of Kentucky and all over the world.
What was edible, what was poison. How to make tea out of flowers in the yard. How to cure a sore throat with herbs, teas, and tinctures.
As she looked around spotting the local birds, always noting the plants they passed.
She would kneel gently and say this is a:
Podophyllum peltatum, In Latin and then in English.
also known as MayApple or Mayflower”
They looked like little umbrellas, with one white flower on the trunk. Walking down the path, the gentle sounds of light rain were…
