The gift that keeps on giving
A FEW DAYS AGO, I bumped into some friends while out on a run. They were just visiting town, but the place where I saw them happened to be one of my stomping grounds as a kid – a lane next to the suburban estate where I grew up, with a stream running down one side and big overgrown banks of cow parsley and goosegrass flanking the way. These friends had some kids of their own with them, so I did what any sensible adult would do – pulled out a handful of goosegrass stalks (we always called them ‘sticky buds’, but you might know them as something different) from the bank and threw them at someone. The kids screamed in delight. This was their first introduction to these magnificent clingy…