I dunno. But I bet your Mama knows.
Haven't a clue, but it does kinda look like a berry bush -- or perhaps some experimental home-grown long-root cheeba.
I just don't understand why it had to get dug up.
Not a blueberry. I think it must have been a vine of some sort- otherwise it would not have been dug up. Plus, it looks viney. If It was a bush, it could have been held upright.But I do not recognize it.
Some weird Wisconsin berry, then.
He strikes me as the kind of fella who just walked out of a Ray Bradbury book. I can imagine him having a sagacious conversation with the grandpa in Dandelion Wine.
Good call on that. Have I mentioned how much I love Bradbury?
Not 'til now, but I'm not surprised we have that in common. What a writer. I still have a sense memory of reading Dandelion Wine, aged about ten, on the summer lawn under big ol' oak trees next to our trailer in the woods in SC. His stories helped me so much, getting through life. From Green Town to the stars.
It was the Martial Chronicles for me, first, I think, but I love it all.
Love that one too, and in fact was just re-reading my nifty copy with a cover photo from the miniseries only last Sunday night at dinner. It was the story that has the Keats quote as a title--I think--can't think of it at present: but with "the Last Martian." Bradbury loves him some Lonely One. Sorry I eat up so much bandwidth. My memories get stirred up & I turn into Grandpa Simpson.
"I was wearing an onion tied to my belt, which was the fashion at the time."
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