Sep 21, 2019
Very often I head out to harvest or forage and though my heart is full my rucksack remains empty. On the occasions I do return with a bountiful harvest I am filled with such a sense of bliss. Sticky sweet fingers drenched in the juice of wild berries and my senses saturated from the nibbling, tasting, sniffing and touching as I wander the places I am most at ease. A pack filled to the brim without any indication that the wild plants have been harvested, humbled by the abundance and generosity of the natural world.