Returning to the May Tree and the Shape of Love

Returning to the May Tree and the Shape of Love

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 than myself. It’s not loud. It doesn’t demand anything. It’s just there – a soft ache, a tug at the...
Sweet violet – a flower of love and grief

Sweet violet – a flower of love and grief

SWEET VIOLET – A FLOWER OF LOVE AND GRIEF Sweet violet (Viola odorata) turned up in my garden this February. 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...
Before the Nettles turn, on the Edge of Spring

Before the Nettles turn, on the Edge of Spring

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 something in me paused. The plants were taller now. The sting sharper. A few of the females had...
Spring Equinox: a season of reckoning and release

Spring Equinox: a season of reckoning and release

Spring Equinox: A season of reckoning and release There’s this idea that spring arrives with a sigh. Soft petals, birdsong, everything gently waking up. But if you’ve really paid attention – in the garden, on the land, or within yourself – you’ll know the...
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