Spring is almost over. Did you take the children to pick wild vegetables?

Every spring, I will take my children to pick wild vegetables in the wild, let them get in touch with nature at zero distance, exercise their perseverance in hard work, and of course, broaden their knowledge and let them know more about plants.

That afternoon, I strongly invited my son to pick wild vegetables in the wild. My son was reluctant at first, but he couldn't stand my lobbying. Finally, my son reluctantly set off.

Soon we arrived at our destination-the small ditch where we had picked bracken many times.

Edible tender leaves for braking.

There are many bracken here. There are bracken everywhere, as if to show off. Everyone stood tall, as if to show off their good looks.

However, due to the sultry weather, the children never had much enthusiasm for picking, and kept muttering, "Mom, it's so hot that people will die in the sun."

I replied: "So exaggerated, is it baked into an adult?" It's not summer now, it's about 30 degrees at most. "

That's true, but it's really uncomfortable to sunbathe in the clouds in this uncovered field. After a while, the sweat drops began to flow freely-my face was covered with a stream formed by thin sweat, my mouth was dry, and I felt my throat was going to smoke, so thirsty.

My son stopped picking bracken long ago and kept calling, "Mom, that's enough. Go home. It's too hot, mom. Don't be greedy.

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I said patiently, "It is difficult to pick wild vegetables only on weekends, and the bracken here is so cheap. You have no idea how difficult it is to pick wild vegetables in the morning. They all hid in thorns. My mother's hand was stabbed by thorns in several places. It's hot and I'm thirsty, so just bear it. You can drink water when you go home. "

Under my persuasion, my son lazily picked the bracken at his fingertips.

After picking the wild vegetables by the ditch, I asked the children to wait here. I crossed the small wooden bridge to pick them, and the children said they would go there, so we crossed the bridge together to pick wild vegetables.

There were a lot of bracken by the bridge, but just as I bent down to pick it, my son shouted, "Mom, caterpillar, caterpillar with thorns."

As soon as I heard the voice of the caterpillar, I drew my hand back: "Where is the caterpillar? Don't scare me. " "Really, mom, there are two caterpillars. They are black and have white thorns. "

I looked at the hateful and creepy caterpillar and really wanted to give up that small piece of bracken, but my son took the initiative to say, "Mom, go away and I'll pick it."

"Really, you dare to go?"

My son immediately went over and looked at my fearless son in front of me. I quickly pressed the reeds with caterpillars to the other side with a branch, but my heart was full of fear.

When my son picked all the bracken, I took a long breath with my flapping chest: "Son, you are so brave. If I come alone, I definitely don't want those bracken. I'm scared to death. "

We continued to pick wild vegetables. I don't know if the praise just now worked, or because I told my child about the efficacy of wild vegetables that day. My son took the initiative to say that he stayed there to pick garlic and I went to the other shore to pick bracken.

Later, when he returned to the other side, the child was very excited and shouted, "Mom, mom, there are beautiful houttuynia cordata. Do you want it? "

houttuynia cordata

I smiled and said, "If it is tender, of course. Houttuynia cordata can treat cough. Didn't you cough a little recently? "

In this way, we both picked wild vegetables-my son picked houttuynia cordata and garlic, and I picked bracken.

Chinese chives

Meet after picking wild vegetables in front, and my son is clamoring to go home. At this time, I officially did his ideological work: "You said that if you pick wild vegetables like this, you will be roasted into dried meat. What about those uncles and aunts who work in the fields?" They have to work with their backs to the loess every day, and summer is no exception. Can they survive? We pick wild vegetables like this, at best, just for fun and a close contact with nature. Mom promised to pick another place and go home, okay? "

The sensible child stopped complaining and moved on.

At this time, we found "buds", they are everywhere. At this time, I remembered that when I visited the grave last week, I found many thorns growing on both sides of this section of the road. But last time I didn't wear gloves, my husband refused to cooperate. Faced with a thorn bud sharper than a needle, I had to look at the bud and sigh!

Spiny bud

Although I wore gloves today, I laid hands on him carefully in the face of the prickly buds.

Observe the growth of tender thorn buds first, and then judge where I should start. Take a good look, knock hard, and a tender thorn bud will be in my hand.

At present, my child has gradually entered the state. After all, he is a child. When he is excited, he will put fatigue and thirst behind him. He kept shouting excitedly: "Mom, Bud!" After a while, it is simply called "thorn bud, thorn bud!" Finally, "there are no buds here" to fool me.

Along the way, we picked a lot of buds with a smile. My son told me to cut off the thorns when I went home, so it would be delicious, or it would sting.

I haven't really thought about cutting thorns, but I think I'll try.

As they walked farther and farther, the children became more and more excited, especially when they saw a small fir sapling on the slope by the roadside. The child shouted excitedly, "Mom, little sapling, I want to plant trees."

I smiled and agreed: "OK, mom dug this sapling home and returned the sapling you owed last time." Last time, the child dug a pine sapling and later lost it himself. I promised to dig one for him. Great, I can fulfill my promise.

I think we should go home. The only regret is that I didn't pick a satisfactory azalea, so I went to look for azalea again.

Walking, looking and joking, we finally picked a beautiful or budding rhododendron, and now the children are clamoring to go home again.

azalea

We walked back contentedly-there was a big bag of wild vegetables, no, two bags, one for the children and one for me. There are bracken, houttuynia cordata, garlic, tender buds, and several wild vegetables that I can't name. To the children's delight, we also dug up three small saplings!

Oh, and the azaleas in our hands.

This is the whole process of our mother and son picking wild vegetables in the wild. I have a great sense of accomplishment, because this time it is not only fruitful, but also complete in variety. Ha ha ha, happy, really happy.