The Life of an Urban Herbalist
A collection of musings and some articles with a more scientific approach.
At 01.00 this morning the clocks went back. So This morning I got an extra hour in bed. The kind of medicine you can't buy. Bob went to an extraordinary general meeting of the allotment group and lounged around doing household stuff and reading. I reckoned, being sunday, it was ok for once not to rush around.
This afternoon after a bit of domestic stuff and sorting out the chickens I decided i'd go look at the common and see what was still in good order for picking.
It was an absolutely gorgeous afternoon. It's 26th of October and the weather is still warm. I didn't need a coat or gloves and I really enjoyed a brisk walk down the road. Just looking by my feet I could see chickweed seedlings in the newly developing leaf mould and as I got closer to the common more herbs made themselves known. Lance leaved plantain is still pushing her leaves through the grass and even the mugwort hasn't completely died back. Nettles are showing in every stage of development and i kicked myself for not bringing a pair of stout gloves to pick nettle seeds.
The real trophy for the afternoon were the sloes. Last year's gatherings were pea sized and hard as ball bearings. After the year of regular rain and hot, hot sun, this year's blackthorn berries are as big as your thumb and juicy. More like the small plums they really are,
The thorns on the bushes are incredibly long and look like darning needles. I have a feeling they once were used as such but don't quote me on that. I came home and drained the sloes i'd put in earlier in the season. To be honest they were picked a little too early. So i've poured the partially steeped vodka over the new juicy sloes and i'm waiting to see what comes. My guess is that by christmas it will be a very special batch of Sloe Vodka!