I am in mourning.
Arriving at this house in April this year, I couldn’t believe my eyes – the biggest crop of beautiful healthy and vigorous stinging nettle I have ever seen. It was everywhere. And I, apparently, was in Heaven. In Rotorua it was almost impossible to find – been sprayed out of existence, and I had to rely on the dried herb.
Nettles are one of the great spring cleaners, and I had been watching and waiting for the new growth to harvest and brew up a nourishing nettle soup, teas, I’ve even been eying up a recipe for nettle pudding (you know, the deliciously healthy kind that includes leeks, onions, brussels sprouts, broccoli and cabbage. Bet my kids are glad I didn’t find that when THEY were young!) As well as being a great system cleanser, they’re also chock full of vital nutrients, vitamins and minerals. I found myself sitting on a wee herbalists treasure trove.
Until last weekend. When our ever helpful and industrious flatmate decided to “weed” the garden. Weeding my garden is a dangerous thing to do without me hovering in the background… “NO! don’t touch that yarrow, I need that. No, not the red clover either… I’ll just replant that in the garden.” I don’t know what the new owners of our place in Rotorua thought of my garden. I treasured my “weeds”.
So – now a wilted pile, testament to a big heart and desire to do good. I’ve salvaged what I can, turned a lot into emulsion for anthotypes and coated a lot of paper. I couldn’t bear to waste any of it.
And I live in hope for new life.