When I was a kid, I remember my grandma would take us to the local spring to fetch some delicious ice cold water on a hot summer day. I remember loving to do that for a number of reasons. First, I’m adventurous, so my spirit was enthused. Second, we were likely driving from somewhere “far” and kids loves breaks when it comes to long car rides. But mainly it’s probably because the water in Myrnam, Alberta tasted so shitty to me, that drinking that water was like drinking from the goblet of God himself. Refreshingly tasty!

Who knew then, that my grandma was oh so naturally showing me what would become a way of life for me two decades later. She knew! Interestingly too, she was staunchly against the casual use of pharmaceuticals. I know whenever we got headaches and asked for Tylenol she told us to go for a nap. The wisest of advise! As I recall – she did take me to see the doctor when I bumped into a wasps nest and things got a little puffy & dizzy & panicky. Acute: doctor. Non-acute: nap.
Here’s a pic of a pic of the spring water crew, back in the 80’s (that’s me in the middle):
The other day my dad and I went to collect spring water at a nearby spring he tracked down. It was a fun dad/daughter event, and an homage to my grandma. Somehow I feel she’d be stoked to see what has come of her eldest granddaughter. Represent. I’m not into baking, and I knitting never was my forte. I would attend stitch n bitches back in my mid twenties and mostly bitch. In two years I worked on the same toque (still unfinished) and a scarf that could have it’s own comedy show, that’s how funny it looked in the end. I still wore it. My whimsical ways allow for such fashion decisions. Dang, though. I can collect spring water like nobodies business.
And finally, it’s been great getting back in my parents’ & grand-parents’ yards and seeing them with fresher eyes. Now when I look at plants I see the medicinal potential. Picking raspberries at my Baba’s place in the sunshine is way fun….and fresh raspberries off the bush – yummy & good for you. Pick the leaves & make iced tea. I’m also drying them to add to an ethereally delicious smoke blend I’m working on. I’ll let you decide what that means.
Check out my favorite cotton top (aka: Baba)!
I love the family traditions that are re-emerging. They make sense to me, and geez, considering the shitstorms that are circulating on this planet currently, that is refreshingly tasty.