When I was 7-years-old, my mom dressed me in a little white top and shorts with red piping trim and sent me off to day camp. It was a sultry July day and the camp had a huge pond.

I spent the day catching bullfrogs and returned home covered in mud. My mom never dressed me in white again.

I was transported to that memory when I picked up Foraging New England
by Tom Seymour. One chapter of his book is devoted entirely to the small creatures living in or near water.

I’m looking forward to spending real reading time with this book. I’ve been drinking sweet fern tea for years, but have only found it mentioned in one book. I’m especially impressed with the clear, simple instructions on how to prepare the foraged foods.

I would love to meet Tom Seymour. Maine is a lot longer drive than upstate New York, but I’m thinking this trip would be a wise investment.