He's a witch

Alan, from Roberts Roost, left a comment on a recent post in which he defined a witch as "someone who is connected to the spirit of a place. She uses that connection to aid and protect her community."

I was thinking about the spirit of a place this morning as I was hiking in Rock Canyon and collecting squawbush berries. (By the way, the squawbush berries are almost too ripe right now. I'm making squawbush berry soda and Rosi is adding the berries to her homemade feta cheese. Did you know there's an apple and a peach tree along the trail to the canyon gate? And that there are pincherries growing near The Devil's Kitchen climbing nook? And that alfalfa grows all along the trail? There's tons of rogue catmint growing in the canyon. Catmint tea is a calmative. But don't drink it with milk or it will taste like creamy broccoli water. )

I like Alan's definition, how about you? The spirit of a place...

This boy on my lap is a witch. He will ignore you if you tell him that boys are "wizards".
xo,
gp

Tea Party

Hibiscus is grown in our living room and makes a great tea with wild rose hips that we harvest from Rock Canyon.And dandelion tea? It makes me feel like I'm drinking sunshine. This batch was gathered on Easter day by many hands and before we knew it our neighbors' lawns ran out of dandelions! Thankfully the next day there was a whole new batch of blossoms.
p.s "Happy" tax day! (as in i will be happy when this day becomes tomorrow!) and yes i am somewhat cracking a joke by talking about tea today.

signed,
i wish my taxes all went straight to the teachers.