How could I have been so wrong.
"Your Columbine is really pretty," she said.
"Which one is that?" I asked.
"The one that isn't an apple blossom," she told me.
"I thought that was honeysuckle. FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
It turns out that I was wrong. And have been wrong FOREVER. It is Wild Columbine and appeared yesterday in the woods behind our house. Thinking it was honeysuckle, we pulled off a flower and bit off the tiny bulbed ends to get a sip of the flower's tasty treat.
Once I learned it was NOT honeysuckle, I was glad to find out that we had not ingested poison. Or did we?
I suppose next you'll tell me that this flower can't really tell you if a person likes butter.
"Which one is that?" I asked.
"The one that isn't an apple blossom," she told me.
"I thought that was honeysuckle. FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
It turns out that I was wrong. And have been wrong FOREVER. It is Wild Columbine and appeared yesterday in the woods behind our house. Thinking it was honeysuckle, we pulled off a flower and bit off the tiny bulbed ends to get a sip of the flower's tasty treat.
Once I learned it was NOT honeysuckle, I was glad to find out that we had not ingested poison. Or did we?
I suppose next you'll tell me that this flower can't really tell you if a person likes butter.
That is so funny - Ryan did the same thing this weekend to my mom's Columbine. He said the reason they didn't taste good was because they weren't ripe yet. I was wondering what he was doing but figured he knew what he was talking about - he is Ryan after after all!
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Somehow I think I am going to get the blame for this faux pas, but I really do think I know the difference between honeysuckle and columbine. (maybe)
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