From drug addiction to wild wellbeing
I started foraging after my publishing company collapsed. The Cold War had ended, and certain gentlemen found themselves unemployed, so I published their wannabe … Continue
I started foraging after my publishing company collapsed. The Cold War had ended, and certain gentlemen found themselves unemployed, so I published their wannabe … Continue
I published an essay on making tea with birch twigs a few days ago. A reader named Rev emailed me, ‘Hi Robin, this silver … Continue
During the recent cold weather, I gathered silver birch twigs from outside my local police station, under the constabulary’s watchful eye. I took those … Continue
Today, I had to take some of my books to the post office. I live in a city, and waiting for a bus takes … Continue
I found a note I saved months ago while archiving old data that was cluttering my computer. Before I continue, I need to fess … Continue
Frank Cook was my plant mentor. He’s the reason you are reading these words. The reason he kicked me out of the door in … Continue
Method Pick, wash and dry some handfuls of young leaves. Bring a pot of salted water to a boil, add the leaves and simmer … Continue
This vibrant sorrel and cucumber soup is a refreshing blend of zesty sorrel, cooling cucumber, and creamy sour cream, with a gentle kick of … Continue
Ingredients Method Blanch the Bramble stems in boiling water for 60 seconds. Drain and set aside. Fry the onion until translucent. Add the flour … Continue
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A few days ago I wrote about the disappearance of our plant knowledge. That when an elder dies, a library burns. I got a … Continue
I was recently reminded of this ancient African proverb. I was speaking with a village healer in an almost deserted mountain village in the … Continue
I am Ash (Fraxinus excelsior), an ancient guardian of the woods. My roots plunge into Earth’s memories, as deep as my crown reaches for … Continue
I am sea buckthorn, and I have watched humans come and go along these coastal dunes for centuries. My thorny branches protect clusters of … Continue
I am Sowthistle, standing resilient in the November chill. While most plants have scattered their seeds to the wind, I persist in protected corners … Continue