‘I am not the vibrant leaves on the forest floor—I am the woman with the basket, and how I fill it is a question that matters.’
-Robin Wall Kimmerer
Read More‘I am not the vibrant leaves on the forest floor—I am the woman with the basket, and how I fill it is a question that matters.’
-Robin Wall Kimmerer
Read MoreThe blooming Hawthorn is one the first messenger of spring in the North. The distinct scent of the flowers mixed with the cold breeze has a special serenity about it, that is like a soothing balm to the winter mind.
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