Tasting Mothers Bush !!exclusive!!

I swallowed and smiled. The bush tasted like her. It always had.

I laughed. "It's my mother's bush. I've been tasting it since I was a kid." 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 swallowed and smiled

"Go on," she said, plucking a single leaf and holding it to my lips. "It won't bite." " she said