Tales of a Kitchen Herbwife

  At the last festival in September, my arm was twisted to re-start the Springfield Sanctuary Apprenticeship. Eight people applied and we ha...

Many years ago, I was talking to a family member about herbs which help with bruising when my husband’s nephew interjected, “Why do you both...

My blog has been quiet for a long time. With everything going on in my life it was hard to find the energy and enthusiasm to create new arti...

Back in 2008, I wrote about my new quince tree and its first harvest of five large quinces. The tree is now established and after several le...

Winter stores are hard to quantify. I know in my head what lies on each larder shelf. There are two for oils, one for infused honeys, four f...

“What can I forage now?” someone asked recently. My response was all about roots. This time of year, dandelions tubers swell from seasonal...

  My favourite place to forage in autumn is amongst the hedgerows. Whilst horse chestnuts and some of the elders are already losing leaves, ...