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 →
Burdock grows easily where I live. Under stands of tulip poplar where woods meet grass, burdock’s right there at the edges of the hedge row. There are clumps in corners outside our house, by doorways, near the chicken coop, under apple trees, we get caught up in burs and our dog gets clumps in her furs. My children used to toss the burs at one another then come inside for detangling, ouch!
Knotweed and Morsels
Warm rainy days, cool nights, lilac's blooming, spring green bright. This is the time, after forsythia has blazed golden, gone to green, and given her petals to the ground, that the first tips of nettles emerge. It is now that most of the burdock leaves have grown enormous; the smaller ones are what make for... Continue Reading →
These were one of the first wildflowers I became familiar with and am still getting to know; the slight peppery bite of leaf, more pronounced in the blossoms, doesn't fail to startle my taste buds. They’re a sight for sore eyes coming out of winter into spring, and always cheer me up; I do so adore Violets!
A Mushroomy Day
Today was a golden day. The spend all day outside walking about golden honey warm sort of day where everything glows. The sit by the creek and play with leaves, make fairy homes with twigs, hickory shells, acorns and moss kind of day that comes out of the blue sky as surprising as the unexpected... Continue Reading →
The gathering time is here again, To gather with our plant friends deeply drawing in their smells While they breathe in ours . . . The sharing time is here again, To share with our plant friends a smile, a laugh, a touch, a listening While they speak for hours . . . . I... Continue Reading →
The Gift of Rain
Well it's been raining a lot all summer and that has sent the zucchini, squash, and tomatoes into the compost heap; a bit sooner than expected. Pulled out all the onions before they joined their friends in the compost . . . . . . . they are now drying nicely in the shed. Then... Continue Reading →
On the menu . . . wild edibles
Today I planted onions and harvested marshmallow roots (only way to describe the taste is earthy and mellow) and rhubarb all alone. The children have been stuffed up over the past four days . . . with the exception of Girl, who pretends during the course of the day that she too is stuffy and changes... Continue Reading →