for when the constraints of the garden can’t provide, a wild harvest will do. with a careful eye and an offering, these hawthorn berries will mend a broken heart </3 red like our blood. we feast from the bread-and-cheese tree as summer slips away like the tide beneath our toes. and still timeless: i think of the healers that came before us, who stood below these branches singing heart songs in anticipation of winters now past. a nod to the future herbalists who treasure seed and trust industry will surrender to plant spirits. this season we prepared folk hawthorn leaf & berry tincture and began a heartwarming winter cordial. all in a day’s work!