on the bank of the Rivanna River
tour arrangements have taken over this past month; an entire day can go by in which i’m never more than a kitchen or bathroom away from the computer. talking with other independent musician friends, i discover that this is not at all unusual !
yesterday i decided to take a break and rode over to the Rivanna River by Woolen Mills. it took awhile for my body to let go of that wired-in feeling — find my breathing and experience myself as something other than a brain with eyes and typing hands. i draped myself on the trunk of a maple tree growing over the river and dozed for awhile.
cascade of autumn olives
who’s this ? scent of vanilla & caramel
with harvesty feelings, yet not knowing who i’d meet, i’d folded a brown paper bag into my jacket pocket. i first noticed deeply ripened poke berries all along the trails. i’ve made jelly from them a few times; i love to eat their color. i carefully laid some berry-heavy stems at the bottom of my sack. (several parts of the poke plant are considered toxic, including its seeds–which can be strained out, using only the juice for jelly-making. as with any new-to-you or wild food, proceed with knowledge and caution.)
i encountered yarrow in a meadow space and picked a feathery bunch for tea & tincturing…some goldenrod to bring sun to the table…an amazingly fecund autumn olive tree–i picked several cups of berries and am excited to try making them into jam.
clockwise from left: trifoliate oranges, poke berries, yarrow, osage orange, autumn olives, goldenrod
i picked up a coupla osage oranges from a parking lot on my way home…’can’t resist their shape. remembering when i was a kid, my friend Amy’s birthday was near Hallowe’en. she lived beside a graveyard, and at her slumber parties her dad would tell us stories of an encounter he’d had with a yeti-type monster who lived in the mountains. eventually he’d invite us to touch the monster’s brain, which he’d brought home in a box. it was an osage orange.
by the roadside i spied a trifoliate orange tree, superladen with fruits. i pocketed a few…not sure what to make of these yet. juice, marmelade, preserved rinds ?
( the witch is excited by her finds…