A rich, earthy scent like no other hangs in the air in autumn, an aroma laced with overtones of ripe and rotten, mulch and damp. This is a season for slowing, gathering and storing â a season of lasts: the last dahlias, the last chrysanthemums, the last leaf to fall. And what is left exposed and revealed to all? The jewel-like orbs of elderberry, hawthorn and rosehip, fiercely guarded behind sharp, gnarly thorned protectors, tiny birds darting between them in a dangerous dance.
Berries give themselves for plumping. nourishing and feeding the local beings. Packed full of vitamins, antioxidants and flavonoids, they present themselves as a medicine for the winter months ahead â Mother Nature providing for her wild children.
I have never regretted taking the opportunity to make andâŠ
