A change of season always feels as if it is infused with a kind of magic. Whether it’s the myths and stories that surround each season change or what is happening in the skies and with the stars.
Whatever it is, summer seems to be the most loved and magical of all. We beg for summer to knock on our doors; today’s your lucky day folks, she’s here.
If you are bit of a reprobate and don’t follow the scouts rule of ‘be prepared’ the outdoors can get you soaked through, make your fingers numb, your nose run and cruelly make you fall flat on your face. But there’s some science. Some legitimate, genuine, bona fide science that says we are better out than in. Like most things. Here’s why…
Not used to the freezing cold weather, when the Romans invaded Britain they took to stuffing their trousers with stinging nettles- the sting’s inflammation caused a heat sensation that soothed winters bite.
That’s one of the brilliant nuggets and insights I had into herbs and our environment while on a foraging walk with Natasha from Forage Botanicals.
It would be easy to forgive a passerby to a wassail for thinking that to wassail is to simply sing songs about fertility and getting trashed while taking as many slurps as you can from the shared wassail bowl, for its contents are most certainly alcoholic. But it is oh so much more than that.
A change of season always feels as if it is infused with a kind of magic.
Certainly in dear old England where seasons are vivid and where historically each came with its own guiding principles for doing life for that small portion of time.
The seasons reflected the journey of the land, with our lives (traditionally) mirroring each seasons story. In that way they depicted a rhythm for life, with winter being one for retreating and resting, just as the land does.