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Yeah: I was really lucky that I was in Girl Scouts while Margaret McKinney was still an active volunteer educator. My troop went on a hike with her when I was perhaps nine, and she and I got in a long conversation about various native members of the Lilaceae.
Well, once again I can say that I just keep learning the most interesting things on BYC!
I had to look up camas and Lilaceae which led me to look up wild onions, too. I wanted to know the difference because when I was a little kid my brother and I used to dig up and EAT what HE called Indian Onions. I'm surprised we didn't poison ourselves, but little sisters like me always trusted our big brothers!
Although we didn't have fields of camas where I grew up, we did have a lot of shooting stars and yellow bells. They were SO pretty. But like so many other wild flowers they're really hard to find now. I nearly scared my husband to death one day when I shouted "Stop The Car"! I'd spotted a big patch of shooting stars and just had to go look. It was a little slice of heaven even if I only got to enjoy it for a few minutes!
We went to visit my daughter's friend in White Sulphur Springs after her first year at UM Missoula, and the fields below their ranch house were carpeted in shooting stars- they called them rooster heads, my grandmother cranesbills, and the latin is genus Dodecatheon. Another thing I used to see everywhere, now gone for no greater cause than tidiness.
Yeah: I was really lucky that I was in Girl Scouts while Margaret McKinney was still an active volunteer educator. My troop went on a hike with her when I was perhaps nine, and she and I got in a long conversation about various native members of the Lilaceae.
Well, once again I can say that I just keep learning the most interesting things on BYC!
I had to look up camas and Lilaceae which led me to look up wild onions, too. I wanted to know the difference because when I was a little kid my brother and I used to dig up and EAT what HE called Indian Onions. I'm surprised we didn't poison ourselves, but little sisters like me always trusted our big brothers!


Although we didn't have fields of camas where I grew up, we did have a lot of shooting stars and yellow bells. They were SO pretty. But like so many other wild flowers they're really hard to find now. I nearly scared my husband to death one day when I shouted "Stop The Car"! I'd spotted a big patch of shooting stars and just had to go look. It was a little slice of heaven even if I only got to enjoy it for a few minutes!
We went to visit my daughter's friend in White Sulphur Springs after her first year at UM Missoula, and the fields below their ranch house were carpeted in shooting stars- they called them rooster heads, my grandmother cranesbills, and the latin is genus Dodecatheon. Another thing I used to see everywhere, now gone for no greater cause than tidiness.
