Wildness

It's the time of the rose. For so many herbalists, the rose is special. And I love it too. I make rose pastilles, teas, honeys and s...

Today was my Dad's birthday. I took him flowers and a beer. We have a really old, beautiful cemetary here, and Dad's buried so he ...

We don’t have a lot of redbud here, but you sure can’t miss the few that we do have. Next to the flowering quince,(Chaenomeles speciosa, wh...

As much as I complain about being away from my beloved Montana for a few years, I do have to say that California has a coupla' really go...

Sometimes, I forget that a lot of folks still do 'stuff' on Friday nights. I usually am at home writing or reading, but it's ni...

Huh. This is really turning out to be an herb blog, no? I didn’t intend for it to be. It is suppose to be a blog about caring for a loved...

It's blowing hard outside. Really hard. The door has flown off my greenhouse, and the rain is pouring in parallel to the sky. I had p...