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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Foraging on the freedom trail
What we thought was a crabapple tree on the yard surrounding the J.W. Dobbs house turns out to be a hawthorn.
These are delicious! I released a handful and ate them (because F. had spoken earlier to an urban forager who assured her they were fine. This didn't convince her to eat them, but i have no allergies or qualms, or brains.)