I'm sure I've written it here before, but, again, one of the things I've enjoyed about living in Southern California these past eleven (!) years, in addition to the weather, is the familiar vegetation to what I grew up around in Zambia. Monday's hike brought back yet another memory, this time of a wicked weed. If you brushed up against this plant while wearing long socks, you would have to pick out each black sticker, whose forked end would burrow into your sock.
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