stirring words, herbs, and colour
Tomatoes are coming in from our garden: cherry, grape, yellow, romas, and reds. We can't eat them fast enough, sliced all by themselves or with fresh mozzarella + fresh basil + olive oil + balsamic vinegar, diced in salad, roasted with onions and garlic on sourdough with feta, blended into gazpacho, and still they keep... Continue Reading →
Marriage of two plants gathered to infuse in extra virgin olive oil, which extracts the medicine of the plants and transforms from olive oil to a herbal oil, and yes it's still oily. The one, sticky with resin … calendula … smiling brightly at the sun and happy to bask in its fullness + the... Continue Reading →
We have a few old timey apple tree's where we live, when they're ripe they are firm, crunchy, and greenish gold in colour . . . am not certain what variety they are but they make delicious apple sauce, taste fulfilling fresh off the tree with a rosey after taste when ripe, and add a... Continue Reading →
I’m following the colts foot trail right now. First the flowers appear, between end February and late March depending on your area, low to the ground and dazzlingly bright along the roadside, growing where there’s gravel in micro areas that are dry amidst the moistness that comes from being along the creek. The leaves come afterward.
These autumn leaves are too tempting to leave untouched on the ground; just the sound that rises when walking through them is enough to make me want to disturb them . . . we don't usually think of *causing disturbance* as a 'fun' thing or something worthwhile, but that's where context is everything . . .
Actea Racemose or Cimicifuga Rasemosa, also known as Black Cohosh, Squaroot, and Snakeroot is a bitter and cooling perennial herb whose roots are known for their effects on 'women's issues' and the female reproductive system. I first heard of it as part of a labor tincture in Susun Weed's Wise Woman Herbal for the Childbearing... Continue Reading →
Eighteen days ago, I thought to mix up some fire cider inspired by the profusion of parsley growing in our garden. I buried the jars in the garden, swaddled in old clothes, inspired by the magic this method worked on the garlic ginger syrup. I just dug it out to enjoy during the equinox yesterday... Continue Reading →
Glorious goldenrod rises Filling the bed where Asparagus speared through the ground In spring On other cool mornings
The Coddiwomplers Cauldron 