My mother spotted watercress in the creek near the cabin.
I snipped a big dishpan full. My family loves watercress, but I had only found it at market, not growing wild.
It tasted so good after all the hot dogs, bacon, Oreos, chips and soda. Mom told me there is a spring on my dad's family farm where watercress grows; I want to get my dad to take me there. I'm not obsessed with watercress - I just want to know these details about the family farm, about my dad. Who knows what other stories a little jaunt like that could bring up?