I was born in the Bay Area, in California, and moved to Medford Oregon when I was 12 years old.
Last November, I moved to the Puget Sound area in Washington. I naively thought that the foliage and such would be similar to that in Southern Oregon, since both are same general region of the Northwest.
I was sorely wrong. While there are some plants that overlap both places, Washington offers a whole slew of new and strange plants for me to learn about.
Among other things, there are two that I’ve encountered in the last two days that particularly caught my attention.
Yesterday, I “learned” about Stinging Nettle. My poor finger. Luckily I had Wikipedia to assure me that it’s only temporarily painful, and harmless.
And today I saw something amazing (Alphabe-Thursday: A – I did it!).
Orange raspberries! Salmonberries!
This was a plant that looked exactly like a typical raspberry bush, but the berries were orange. ORANGE!
Isaac and I thought maybe they were just under-ripe, but even that seemed wrong to me. All unripe raspberries I’ve ever seen were white or green. I touched one – as any curious person would do – and it nearly fell away from the plant into my hand. To me, that means it was ready to be eaten.
I looked at Isaac, who was looking at me apprehensively. I wanted to eat that berry. But I was good.
I bought it home to look up and what it was. If all was well I would give it a go. I didn’t want to die, there in the middle of a little patch of forest.
These are showing up all along all the trails I’ve been on lately, and are a lovely bright orange color.
It was delicious. And I’m not dead. It tasted partly like a raspberry, and partly like — something else. I want to say sort of like an orange, but my brain might just be telling me that’s what it tasted like. Perhaps. I’ll have to eat more to be sure.