As the weather warms and wildflowers emerge, I've been asked to re-publish some of my previous posts containing flower and herb folklore, and I'm happy to oblige. I hope you'll enjoy revisiting these pieces. (New posts will resume on Monday.)
This will also give me some extra time to catch up on my Patreon page and other projects -- all which came to a sudden stop in the weeks follow my youngest brother's death, even though he wouldn't have wanted that. I keep thinking of these words by Anaïs Nin: "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Grief is hard, and the global pandemic makes it harder still. But it's time to begin unfurling.