Laurel
Canyon, aptly named? or should it be Hemlock Hills.
Yup, there’s wild hemlock in them there hills.
I am of two minds here.
Excited that something as exotic as hemlock is here in the hills; at the same time freaked out about it.
I read Shakespeare.
I know MacBeth went nuts.
I know Socrates was killed by hemlock.
It’s in my back yard?
Now of course, the paranoid city slicker in me comes out.
I want to be darn sure I know what hemlock looks like, so I can give it a wide berth whenever I am enjoying a walk in the parks that surround
Laurel
Canyon.
Yup, I dialed up the internet, looked for pictures of hemlock.. looks like what I thought was wild licorice.
Now what?
I find myself thinking, with all the authors who live in
Laurel
Canyon; all the script writers; why is there no high drama that includes someone dying (intentionally or accidently) from hemlock poisoning?
Can we at least knock off some of those obnoxious dogs who never shut up?
The resources say a small amount of the root can kill.
Once it is put front and center in a movie, I know I will be able to recognize the plant.
I love mother nature, but can I trust her? For now knowing that hemlock is out there, I am forced to give close scrutiny to benign three leaf clovers – could they be that villainous poison oak?
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