If anyone would have told me when I was a child that one day I would eat, enjoy, and purposefully grow stinging nettle – I would have thought they were crazy. Stinging nettle was my nemesis. It surrounded the chicken coop turned play house, it buried the old red truck in the grove that turned into a submarine at the push of a button (really, it did!), and it was something to dodge as we ran out to play in the woods. (Psst. We didn’t have computers back then.)
I hated it. If you were unlucky enough to brush up against it, it stung, burned, and the tingling stayed with you for hours. The reason for its existence was not something I contemplated – because obviously it served no purpose but to scare and annoy me.
I’m so glad learning doesn’t stop at eight years old, don’t you! 🙂 If it had, I would have never come to appreciate all that stinging nettle does behind the scenes.
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