as i’ve written before, those little hooks you see at the end of the individual spikes of burdock seed heads were the inspiration for velcro. they, quite literally, get their hooks into you. or your jeans. or your socks. or your wool shirt. despite the annoyance of a post-walk session of burdock bur removal, i love this strange, sometimes awkward looking plant, with its edible root, and its big elephant ear leaves, and its gangly stalks of bobbing velcro puffballs. burdock has its hooks in me in more ways than one.
burdock burrs dusted with snow (arctium)
these lily of the valley leaves look all ready for a little dollop of masa, wrapped around a little spoonful of braised and spiced pork shoulder, and steamed. unfortunately, unlike corn husks, every part of the lily of the valley plant is toxic. so i will not be making tamales of them. i will just be dreaming of tamales for a while.
dried lily of the valley leaves
snipped in september. appropriate for december. forgotten until january. yes, poor smoke bush. sometimes i too feel i am living in the wrong era.
dried smoke bush leaves
a winter’s walk
abundance is in the eye of the beholder. or the gatherer. or the arranger. or the photographer. or the post-processor. abundance . . . abundance is what i say it is. now go to bed.
that little carved bowl of snow
normally i like to post photos with flat white backgrounds. today, i couldn’t resist the contoured, wind-gouged bowl of snow at the base of this tree. the first rule of STILL blog: backgrounds need to be pure white. the second rule of STILL blog: rules are made to be broken.
buckthorn tree in mid-winter