A note about me...

Do you remember the days when you would wake early on a Saturday morning to the sound of lawnmowers? Yes, every Saturday morning, without fail, suburbia would awaken to the chorus of Dads (& sometimes brothers) mowing the lawn.

Not at our place, my Dad didn’t mow the lawn, he didn’t like to conform. As a result we had a ¼ acre back yard of long, long grass. As a small child I would sit on the back step and make all kinds of concoctions out of the different plants. It would keep me occupied for hours.

Looking back now, I was sitting in a plethora of nature’s bounty! The ‘weeds’ that I used in my magic potions I have now learned are very valuable herbs. There was plantain, chickweed, cleavers, dandelion, dock, daisies, clover, couch grass, puha, amaranth, self heal, mellow, shepherds purse, fumitory……. wow