Day 22 - Hope’s little soldiers / Coltsfoot reaching for the Sun / Happiness exists
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Coltsfoot (Tussilago farfara) possesses medicinal and magical properties, one being the relief of cough and chest congestion. I find this to be a very symbolic bloom this year, for obvious reasons. Living in the hollow of a north-facing mountain my Springtime is about two weeks behind everyone else’s. Today, I was chatting on the phone and glanced across my drive and saw little splashes of yellow and my heart skipped a beat. Proof that Mother Nature marches on, as does hope.
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Coltsfoot contains pyrrolizidine alkaloids, and can be toxic to the liver. Consult with a professional before ingesting.
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Day 21 - 🌱 Pushing through the brown / Wild leeks grin towards the sun / Forest never fails 🌱
Ramps (wild leeks, wild garlic) are the herald to foraging season. Their emergence brings the promise of Spring, and of salads tossed with spicy leaves. Next come the dandelions, also perfectly edible. Actually, the mountains are filled with edible plants, but please research, study, Google and research some more before picking and eating a forest plant. 🌱
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Day 18 - T A X E S, ☑️ - I didn’t make it outside today, so here is one from the archives. Hidden water is all around us in these hills. This is the time of year I relish every errand, as I never know what corner will present an unexpected capture, a moment I’m so glad I doesn’t miss. Leaving the house once every two weeks to go to the store is surely resulting in some missed photo ops. So I am forced to return to my archives, with hopes I will have more to share than photos of rocks.
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Here is something else I never do: share the 1st edit of one verse of a fledgling poem, but what the hell, all bets are off these days.
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Water falls,
as do our tears.
Spring melts,
she turns streams to torrents
and signals the end of Winter.
The mountains wake up
sap flows and eagles nest.
There is promise in the mud,
with green peeking through.
Don’t give up on Summer,
and she won’t give up on you.
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