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.
‘Made for people with a touch of wild in their hearts.’
That’s what the Stitch and Forage e-course is. It’s also the reason why I am chuffed to be a part of it.
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.
Unlike every season change before it, Spring hasn’t just sprung upon me this year.
I’m putting that down to the ‘go slow’ thing I’ve been giving a go. I’ve been intentionally paying more attention to my body, my mind and my surrounds; with an offshoot of that effort being that I’ve noticed the new life that has begun to pepper the landscape around me. I’ve seen the first of the wild garlic push its way through the soil, along with the daffodils and the crocuses.
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.