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Garden Where You Are
Garden Where You Are​
When I garden, I am playing with and learning from the infinite. The root of what is possible pushes into rootlets of possibilities. A tender shoot emerges; leafing out and spilling over man-made boundaries.
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Boundaries are beautiful. Boundary can be path or edge...
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Near to the earth, I follow the edge of what is possible. I gather soil around the rootlets of possibilities, and I plant them firmly among the garden community.
MEDICINES, and MEDICINE MAKING
I have been making home based medicines for over ten years now; cultivating relationships with understory woodland species, and growing gardens to feed and fill the kitchen with the harvests that will become our daily house-hold remedies.
When I cultivate a plant, I learn more about its properties; the smell, the colors, pollinators who like to come visit...
When plants are ready for me to gather, I harvest and dry them for extraction. I work hard to source everything that comes from outside of my garden locally and sustainably.
When I am working with remedies to heal from a wound, replenish damaged skin, or to regain mobility in muscles and joints, I lean into the strength of plant allies, and draw deeply from the health of well loved soil.
The two remedies that I offer are a Circulation Salve, made with flowers, roots, and the fruits of a hot pepper that infuse into olive oil and beeswax, and a Shea Rose Body Balm that nourishes and softens all of the cracks and waves of the skin.
Please contact me directly for inquiries into the next batch of medicine.
MEDICINES, and MEDICINE MAKING
Gatheing Wisdom
GATHERED WISDOM, and MEANDERINGS
My current landlord asked me what I thought of him taking down the black walnut tree beside our two story apartment. From my gut, I told him "No! My son would hate you forever if you did that." Maybe I should not have been so bold, but when the telephone company was up there chainsawing limbs from a fruit bearing mulberry, the five year-old sobbed into my shirt begging me to stop them.
"Well," he said, "the Walnut tree drops branches and leaves onto the roof, and they fill up the gutter." The branches rot there, creating the precious rotten material that would make this soil richer than gold, but instead it depreciates the roof of the building in quick to no time. By the end of our conversation he as thinking about taking down the Black Walnut limbs that reach over the roof of the building, instead of decapitating the whole living tree.
Now since our brief interaction, I see the Black Walnut tree more prominently standing beside the apartment. When I wake up in the morning, I can let light into the room and its big green branches provide a cloak of privacy and protection. They are heavy with nuts, dispersed among green leaves fanning out. Me and my kids have witnessed the green fruit plump up since this spring.
Now in summer, they hop up onto the trailer parked beneath the tree, climbing & reaching as high as they can to grab down the green balls, making their own fun with them. "Do we live in a jungle?" one son asked me at night before bed. I looked outside their window and it appeared that we did. This one tree beside our apartment building has given us a glimpse of our wildness back, in waking and in dreams.
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