One of my fondest recollections of those days is a canoeing trip on the
Oswego with my dear friend Marian Hanscom and her two children, then about
ten and eight. Both children were fascinated with the idea of carnivorous
plants, and, warning that it should be the only plant that we might damage,
I allowed Carol to pick the main stem of one of the sundews when I stopped
the canoe along an area that teemed with them. We continued downstream,
and as I explained about the sticky substance that attracted and then
trapped insects, she suddenly screamed with delight, "Oh! It's caught a
fly!" And sure enough, it had.
Carol, where are you? Do you still go canoeing? Do you still remember
the first fly you ever caught with a sundew, so long ago? I do.
I'm delighted to be here.
Harry Dewey