Plantain is a most noble plant to be sure.
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!
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!