Sweetgale is the wise old grandmother. She’s one of the weavers who made this land. Her roots hold the land
The bite of a young winter seems to have finally taken hold of the land, after a March-like holiday season.
The frosts came heavy and quick this year. Gardeners are among the first to admit there is mercy in a
|By Steven Martyn| This time of year, as September's shadow lengthens, I always feel a bittersweet edge in my heart.
|By Steven Martyn| Every year at the summers peak Megan and I do a round of collecting medicinal and culinary herbs
|By Steven Martyn| The first time I remember using my intuition to heal with herbs was thirty-three years ago when
|By Steven Martyn| In these first days of summer I am swept away with the beauty and fecundity of the
|By Megan Spencer| I've been in love with fermented foods for years. This love affair began with a book recommended
|By Steven Martyn| A couple years ago a friend, Diana Macauley and myself both had a strong impulse to bring
|By Steven Martyn| On this last day of March, I was out in the freezing dawn, and even though everything
|By Steven Martyn| It's early March and coming into the cane harvesting season. Megan and I have been prayerfully coppicing
| By Steven Martyn | An ancient adage says that “winter is the time for dreaming” and every year I