Sweet woodruff - a memory in the linen cupboard There are some plants you learn first from books, with their Latin names and tidy lists of actions. And then there are...

Returning to the May Tree and the Shape of Love Every spring, when the hawthorn blooms and the hedgerows turn white, I feel it – that quiet pull back to something older...

The spring stories we were never told - of hares and bells With the arrival of spring, the colour yellow seems to be everywhere. The other day I went for a walk with my...

Dandelions in Jumpers and Pockets full of Earth Medicine The dandelions were bright that day - like little suns scattered across the green. I hadn’t brought a basket,...

Sweet violet (Viola odorata) turned up in my garden this week. I didn’t plant it, it arrived on its own, weeks ahead of schedule, three small purple faces tucked under their own heart-shaped leaves in the patch of earth between my back door and the clinic.

Before the Nettles turn, on the edge of Spring I stood in front of a patch of nettles this week and found myself hesitating. Scissors in hand, basket by my side… but...