Ah yes. I recalled how Genevieve needed to pee when we were on a hike, so my husband and I stepped her off the path to do her business. Sadly, we were so ignorant that we let her squat in a patch of stinging nettle! And while she was whimpering and we were looking around in bewilderment, my former principal and his wife came hiking along and stopped to talk. Oh my.
So. I wore gloves to handle these weeds and I think I can now identify them. I sauteed them in butter with a little garlic, and threw in some chard that was in the fridge too. They were amazingly delicious. . .or was that the butter? I usually saute my greens in oil or bacon drippings.
The children have been picking weeds for me too. Thankfully my friend A gave me this miniscule vase to hold them. I put the weeds in the photo of books I am selling in my etsy shop - a delicious old-fashioned romance by Emilie Loring and a charming devotional.