EAch morning as the sun comes up over the canyon wall, I work from my tiny tumbledown cottage. Around me is a peculiar array of jars filled with wrinkled mushrooms and air-dried herbs that line the shelves of my kitchen while bottles of Violet blossom syrup, Spikenard berry elixir, and Elderflower cordial are sheltered within the pantry. Small bottles of vivid green absinthe are interspersed among the tinctures. There are pots of unguents and balms on every counter. Paper wrapped packets of devotional incense crafted from forest-gathered resins, berries, and roots are tucked into a drawer awaiting the blaze of the cast iron woodstove to steep the air in honey-sweetened aromatics.
My gardens are these wild lands sweeping out from my home perched in the midst of the mountains, all these Pine forests, Oak woodlands, Alder thickets, and tangles of Redroot. For over a decade and a half, I have been gathering small baskets of Mountain Nettles by the river and bunches of Wild Valerian from the rocky draw that leads up to the ridge above…
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