Mornings are cool, with a breeze that rises from the river and sings through the Pines. The sun comes up lazy and slow to peer through drifting clouds and Oak branches. Yellow flowers abound, the tiny gold stars of Wild Lettuce and the rolling curves of Mullein blooms. I sit in the river and let the current roll around me, listen to the water talk to me. Days like this, I just listen, and let all my words empty out into the sparkling sand. Sometimes, it’s better to be without the words, to allow poetry to be what it is: wild, deep and wordless.
A few days ago, five of us wandered up the arroyo to gather Beebalm and Evening Primrose – Darcey and I stopping to taste nearly every little Artemisia plant and Ptelea tree. There’s so much richness right now, that it’s hard to describe it. Everything is green, growing and blooming. Of special note was the single Chokecherry tree we found with nearly ripe berries. Since we hardly ever get any Cherries here we (and especially Rhiannnon) were very excited and we have plans to visit frequently until they’re fully ripe so that we can get a few before the bears raid it.
The CoffeeBerries and Manzanita berries have a growing blush, and we’re getting ready to head up the mountains for Blackberry harvest. And soon the Prickly Pears will be purple, fat and ripe as well. This morning I gathered a few small bunches of aromatic American Pennyroyal (Hedeoma) to dry for tea.
The days are busy but beautiful, I hope to be a bit more present in the near future with some new ~amazing~ flax gingerbread and donut recipes, and some new plant monographs as well, so be on the lookout.