Growing Your Own
Posted By Randy on June 23, 2014
A beautifully ripe specimen, obviously recently harvested. (Source: http://www.birchbarkcanoe.net/images/furtradetop.jpg)
I have gone on record here many times as having a propensity to fuck with people, particularly when it comes to the Lore of the Great White North. Here is yet another example.
I once had cause to drive with a passenger from Miami, Florida to Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. You may recall that I have previously chronicled another incident from that very adventure. Story wise, that drive is the gift that keeps on giving.
It was in the early Spring and, as we drove ever northward, my Floridian passenger grew progressively riveted to the gradual appearance of more, and then still more, snow in the woods. Even more so when the Birch trees began to become more commonly seen, ultimately asking, “What ARE those white trees?”
“You’ve heard of Birch bark canoes?” I asked.
“Of course!” she replied.
“Well,” I said, “Those are babies. We harvest them in the fall.”
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