Bittersweet~

Don't you love the word~ Bittersweet? I think it conjures up all sorts of emotion. A love that just can't be, a "good-bye" that is sad but something wonderful awaits.

Many years ago, a good friend and I would scour the highway looking for Bittersweet. The best place, where it grew wildly was actually right on the highway. Loaded with sharp clippers and large trash bags we would head off for our autumn stash of Bittersweet. We would park on the side of the highway and dash off, clipping and stowing as quickly as we could. That in itself was Bittersweet...


What exactly were the consequences of pilfering wild Bittersweet from a state highway?
Would we have to surrender our haul, show up for county court?

The Bittersweet truth about gathering Bittersweet was sorting through the vines once we were safely back home and delivering it among our friends.

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