Until ten years ago, I walked everywhere – or for long(er) distance journeys, took the train. Then circumstances changed and I got a car.
Over time, my life evolved to make use of the car more and more frequently. For example, I could live further away from my job and have days out at places which would be all but inaccessible on public transport. And of course, I now make excuses to get in the car even when I could walk instead.
However, yesterday evening I thought I was going to lose the car. The engine oil pressure warning light came on and we had to be towed home. Thankfully, it turned out to be a simple fault and the engine had not been damaged. I also had a new battery fitted because that decided to die overnight.
Good news for me in the sense that I am now able to continue with my plans for the festive period. But not so good for the environment or my cardiovascular health (in terms of exercise, though lack of a social life would be a health risk as well).
Having heard this evening, on the other hand, that my sister is in hospital with low blood oxygen levels and deep vein thrombosis, I am doubly determined to make some adjustments to my car usage. In order to pick the car up this evening, we had to walk to the train station (only about twenty minutes, as opposed to ten in the car, considering how much faffing about the latter usually involves). It really wasn’t demanding, so tomorrow we should do the same again instead of driving to the station. Especially as short journeys also happen to be bad for the battery and bad for the environment.
Anyway, you may ask: what has any of this got to do with Hairy Bittercress?
Well… the other day I received an email from a foraging organisation with news about what can be foraged in the month of December. Most of the foods appear to be mushrooms, which I’m not inclined to touch with a barge pole, but one of the other items actually grows very happily in my garden.
Now, Hairy Bittercress might not fulfil all our dietary requirements but I am going to stop pulling it out the ground and taking it to the municipal waste disposal site. Since it is a thriving visitor to the garden, it makes sense to take advantage of its nutritional properties rather than driving to buy something which undoubtedly will be less fresh and possibly sprayed with something I don’t want to know about.
Sadly, I had pulled up a lot of the better specimens before the aforementioned email arrived, so I might need to wait a while to find out if I like the taste. I have found one small plant, though, and will harvest that when it gets bigger.