I love the scent of chamomile and find myself drawn to whiff deeply from it even before it blooms, just knees and nose to the ground buried in feathery leaves, and in the blink of an eye I feel uplifted and settled.
Dandelion and violets were two of the first wildflowers that I worked with as allies; I love that their flowers are complementary colors too. When we lived in town, my neighbor Josephine, a lovely elderly woman with violet tinted hair, gave me permission to pick both from her (unsprayed) lawn before Teddy, the mower boy... Continue Reading →
The plant, in my experience, holds on tenaciously both at the root level and the climbing bine level . . . one can go on pulling and digging at the roots and shoots and they keep going, regrowing even from the smallest bit left behind and out of the compost heap as well. Once planted it is tenacious and near impossible to push back, contain, or get rid of. Reflective of the personality who just won’t let go . . .