Bittersweet Woods
Here in South Dakota the vine remains inextricably entwined in the memories of my childhood—bittersweet memories, rekindled in these bittersweet woods
By William Kevin Stoos —— Bio and Archives--October 25, 2025
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“As surely as tulips meant spring, green grass summer, and Christmas trees winter, bittersweet meant fall.”
Wild plants are treasures—not simply for their beauty alone, but also for the memories they bring. Sometimes they remind us of who we are, where we have been and of wonderful times past.
Some of my fondest childhood memories were of late fall Sunday afternoon trips to the country. We packed into the family car with our buckets and sacks and drove to the country in search of hickory nuts, walnuts and bittersweet vine.
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