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Seileach. Willow bark, and it is not folklore standing next to medicine — it is where the medicine came from. Salicin in the inner bark, converted by your gut into salicylic acid, which is aspirin's own chemistry with the factory left off A teaspoon or two of dried cut bark, just-boiled water, lid on, fifteen minutes. Wet fence post with a bitter finish that arrives late #Herbalism #Herbs #WillowBark #Apothecary #Foraging #Gàidhlig #Druid #Folklore #Gardening #BloomScrolling #Nature #Cooking 1/2

And take the warning as seriously as the remedy: same family as aspirin, so if aspirin's off the table for you, so is this. Blood thinners, pregnancy, a child with a fever — no. Ask your pharmacist. She'd rather you asked than didn't. What do you reach for when the weather gets into your joints? #Herbalism #Herbs #WillowBark #Apothecary #Foraging #Gàidhlig #Druid #Folklore #Gardening #BloomScrolling #Nature #Cooking Today's full issue → https://thistleandmoss.com/p/there-is-a-blue-wave-coming-our-salvation-fuck-trump 2/2

Today's prize. I love these cauliflower mushrooms, they look like someone's brain escaped the confines of their skull and fell on the forest floor. They can be quite substantial, this specimen is about double the size of my own brain. Very good to eat, too. #Mushrooms #FungiFriday #Photography #Foraging #Forest #SamsungNX #16mm #PancakeLens

Pick a handful of leaves in the morning while the dew still beads on them, rinse, then steep four teaspoons fresh (or two dried) in just-off-the-boil water, covered, ten minutes. Astringent, faintly green-bitter. Copan an driùchd — the cup of the dew, which is what the old tongue calls it, because the folded leaf catches the night's water in a silver bead and alchemists once gathered that bead for their work. Traditional use is astringent: a cooled infusion as a mouth rinse or a wash for scrapes. A gentle plant, not a dramatic one. Skip it if you're pregnant or nursing, and if bleeding worries you, a plant is a companion to a doctor, never a substitute. #DeepSummer #Nature #Foraging #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Phenology #Georgia #Garden #Solidarity #Photography #Gaelic #NatureWriting

Elderberry oxymel, cold-macerated, for the throat that autumn is already sharpening. Clean pint jar, a third full of dried elderberries. Raw apple cider vinegar to the halfway mark, raw honey to the shoulder. Lid it, shake it, dark cupboard, two to four weeks. Shake it whenever you remember. Strain. A tablespoon in hot water when the scratch starts. Dried, always — raw elderberry is not food, and the drying is what makes her medicine instead of a bad night. Nothing gets boiled here, so nothing volatile gets driven off. What you pour out four weeks from now tastes like vinegar and woods and something faintly like plum. She's droman. She's going purple right now, about two weeks ahead of the birds stripping her. What do you reach for when the throat starts to go? Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huL93 #Herbalism #Elderberry #FolkMedicine #Foraging #HerbalMedicine #Apothecary #Oxymel #Druid #Pagan #Nature #Photography #Lughnasadh #MutualAid #MutualAidRequest

The elderberries went purple in the fence row this week. Right on time. Two days ahead of Lùnastal. Today is also the day humanity finished the year. July 30 — Earth Overshoot Day. Every renewable thing the planet makes in twelve months, spent, with five months of bills still coming. The earth didn't send a notice. She posted the entry and went right on pulling water up through the roots of everything within a hundred yards of my porch, against gravity, in a column no engineer has ever reproduced. Friday is the first harvest anyway. She's holding up her end of a bargain we quit honoring somewhere around the Nixon administration, and every spring she does it again. Tha an talamh a' cumail cunntais — the earth keeps accounts. What's ripening near you right now that you'd miss if you didn't go look? Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huL5i #EarthOvershootDay #MoveTheDate #Lughnasadh #Lammas #Foraging #Elderberry #Herbalism #Nature #Photography #Solarpunk #Druid #Pagan #Seasonal #MutualAid #MutualAidRequest

Saxifrage. The little rock-breaker — lus nan cluas in some of the old tongues, its name straight from the Latin for stone-breaker, because it roots in the cracks of granite and holds. Tear the young leaves small into a bowl of warm broth. No boiling — that cooks the life right out of it. Cool water, torn leaves, a few minutes in the warm bowl. That bright green astringency is medicine for a throat the smoke and the crying roughed up. Something that lives in stone, teaching the throat to hold. That's the season on the plate. What do you reach for when your throat's had a week? Full issue → https://twp.ai/4ht7YJ #Herbalism #Saxifrage #FolkMedicine #WildFood #Foraging #Herbs #FoodAsMedicine #Plants #Botany #Gaelic #Nature #Apothecary

Beach mustard pods are ripe for picking along the beaches in Denmark now. They're succulent and crisp with a fiery mustard flavor. Pour hot vinegar-water-sugar over them and let them pickle for a while to get a condiment. #Foraging #CakileMaritima

The blackberries went red to black along the fencerow this week. Goldenrod is thinking about it, not committed yet. This is the stretch the old calendars barely name. Past the solstice, before the first harvest. The leaf at full size and the fruit still hard and the light already a minute shorter each evening than it was last week. Nothing is ripening. Everything is holding. Tha an talamh a' cuimhneachadh — the earth remembers. What are you holding right now that hasn't ripened yet? https://twp.ai/4hsxtj #DeepSummer #Nature #Blackberries #Foraging #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Phenology #Georgia #Garden #Solidarity #Photography #Gaelic #NatureWriting

The blackberries went red to black along the fencerow this week. Goldenrod is thinking about it. This is the long unglamorous stretch the old calendars barely name — past the solstice, before the harvest. Nothing beginning, nothing ripened. The whole world simply holding. #DeepSummer #Phenology #Nature #Foraging #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gaelic #Gàidhlig #Georgia #NatureWriting #Solidarity 1/2

Tha an talamh a' cuimhneachadh — the earth remembers. And what she remembers this week is every July before this one, stacked like plates. What's holding where you are? #DeepSummer #Phenology #Nature #Foraging #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gaelic #Gàidhlig #Georgia #NatureWriting #Solidarity ↳ reply: Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4hsxsK 2/2

Canada's Foraged Green Fiddleheads are a distinct Canadian vegetable that isn't cultivated on farms. They are the coiled, young fronds of the ostrich fern, foraged from wild, damp areas in Eastern and Central Canada. Their harvest season is very short, lasting only a few weeks in the spring, making them a sought-after ingredient. For safety, they must always be thoroughly cleaned and cooked before consumption. #Canada #Foraging #Food #Agriculture https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiddlehead_fern

For the tired that sleep won't touch — the bone-deep flatness that comes after months of bracing. Rhodiola. The golden root, the one that grows where almost nothing else will. Chop the dried root, cover it in vodka, cap it, set it in a dark cupboard three to four weeks, shake when you remember. A dropperful in water in the morning. Never at night. The Siberian herders swore by it before the word "adaptogen" existed. Start low. It's a steadying, not a jolt. What do you reach for when sleep isn't the thing that's broken? https://twp.ai/4hsmIY #Herbalism #Adaptogens #Rhodiola #HerbalMedicine #Wellness #Foraging #Druid #Photography #News #LGBTQ #Pride #EarthBased

A mind running hot all week wants the slow medicine. Lion's mane, simmered low forty minutes — a decoction, not a quick steep — until the broth turns faintly sweet and the shaggy flesh goes tender. Drink it warm. #LionsMane #Herbalism #MedicinalMushrooms #Foraging #Wellness #Nature #Food #QueerNews #LGBTQ #Pride #Solidarity #Herbs ↳ (self-reply 1) The old herbalists reached for the slow simmer to draw the deep medicine out of a tough thing. Lion's mane gives it up only to patience.

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A mind running hot all week wants the slow medicine. Simmer lion's mane low in water or broth a good forty minutes — a decoction, not a quick steep — until the liquid turns faintly sweet and the shaggy flesh goes tender. Drink it warm. The old herbalists knew: the tough things give it up only to patience. What do you reach for when the racing won't stop? https://twp.ai/4hss3Z #LionsMane #Herbalism #MedicinalMushrooms #Foraging #Nature #Wellness #QueerNews #Pride #LGBTQ #Photography #Food #Resist

Red clover — seamrag dhearg. Pick the blossoms in full sun after the dew burns off, when the heads are dry and springy and the bees have had their turn. Steep a heaping tablespoon in near-boiling water, covered, ten minutes. Covered matters — that's the whole medicine going up your ceiling otherwise. #Herbalism #RedClover #HerbalMedicine #Foraging #FolkMedicine #Gaelic #ScottishGaelic #Apothecary #Plants #Druid #Pagan #QueerWitch #WildCrafting #Botany

Motherwort. The lion's-tail. Luibh a' chridhe — the herb of the heart. A strong short steep of the dried leaf, or a small dropperful of tincture, for when the chest is doing that fluttering, over-revved thing grief and too much news will do to it. Bitter enough that you'll respect it. Generations of women reached for it. It asks nothing but a weedy sunny corner to grow wild in. What do you reach for when the week rattles your heart? https://twp.ai/4htaTU #Herbalism #Motherwort #HerbalMedicine #Druid #Pride #QueerNews #Nature #Foraging #Plants #Apothecary #Gaelic #Solidarity

Grows wild and free for anyone who knows to look. Never raw — respect the thorn and the power both. Tha an talamh fialaidh — the earth is generous. What did your people gather that the store forgot? #Herbalism #Foraging #FolkMedicine #WildFood #Botany #Nature #Plants #EarthBased #Druid #Herbs #Appalachia #Community More in today's issue → https://twp.ai/4htd8m

The little heart-notch clover at the wood's edge tastes like rain made edible. Wood sorrel — seamsag in the old tongue. Pinch a few leaves in the damp shade and taste that clean, sour, lemon-bright snap. Scatter it raw over a salad or float it on cold soup just before serving. It's real vitamin C and a taste like nothing you can buy. One word of respect: it's sharp with oxalic acid, so keep it a bright accent, a handful, never a whole bowl. What grows wild and free where you walk? https://twp.ai/4htfsw #Foraging #WildFood #Herbalism #Herbs #FoodAsMedicine #Nature #Photography #Druid #Pagan #QueerWitch #SlowLiving #Solidarity #MutualAid #Sovereignty