I put it on my tongue.
"Go on," she said, plucking a single leaf and holding it to my lips. "It won't bite."
My friend looked at me like I was feral. But my mother came out with a glass of lemonade and offered the girl a leaf. "Try it," she said softly. "It tastes like being alive."
I put it on my tongue.
"Go on," she said, plucking a single leaf and holding it to my lips. "It won't bite." tasting mothers bush
My friend looked at me like I was feral. But my mother came out with a glass of lemonade and offered the girl a leaf. "Try it," she said softly. "It tastes like being alive." I put it on my tongue