It seems I’m going to live after all. The cold was one of those persistant, clinging, nasty kind of ones. I think I drank about a thousand different teas this time around. Strangely (or not) enough, what helped the most was my hunch I should go gather some baby Nettle greens barehanded. The experience was, shall we say, bracing. Although I’m quite capable of picking mature Nettles barehanded without getting stung too many times, baby Nettles are quite another story as they’re very close to the ground and hard to get at without being stung multiple times. Usually I wear gloves when they’re this age, but this time around I thought the stimulating effect might be of benefit. Sure enough, I started feeling SO much better within an hour and have continued to improve since. I’m still behind and not quite up to writing my regular posts though, so I’m tiding you over with some image of spring greenery in the canyon. Enjoy! We’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming shortly.
This Storksbill, Erodium cicutarium, is a very tiny (about the size of my pinky fingernail) flower that often blooms throughout the Winter in the canyon. It likes to hang out in dry areas in partial shade, especially in the crevices of the trail walls and near the kitchen garden.
A very pretty mound of fruiting moss. I love how bryophytes are their own minature landscapes.
A beautiful little Blue Elder (some local variation on Sambucus nigra, although it’s not the usual S. neomexicana), all the babies we’ve planted in the last few years are sending up new leaves just now.
A Globemallow (Sphaeralcea spp.) plant. I took this picture about four days ago, and now it already has flower buds on it. They’re hairy and gooey and gorgeous in flower, as well as incredibly prolific.
Oregon Grape Root (Mahonia repens) creeping across the Pine forest floor. Lovely, wonderous, prickery things.
And me, with my favorite small mortar and pestle handmade from Cherry wood, a gift from a sweet friend. And yes, that is a bear claw on my necklace, and the black beads are actually made from rose petals. You can’t tell in the picture, but my earrings are cast from real Gooseberry leaves by a local NM artisan with berries made from amber. As you can see, my thriving plant obsession completely crosses over into my wardrobe.
All photos (c)2009) Kiva Rose, except for the portrait of me, which is (c)2009 Jesse Wolf Hardin