It’s almost that time again…when tender whorls of the fiddlehead (or ostrich fern) begin pushing through the sandy gravel alongside Albert County’s clear running streams. For me, gathering food from the wild – whether greens or berries– evokes feelings of authenticity. Can there be anything more basic and real?
It’s as if by plucking what is good and wise and elemental and wild from the earth, I can assimilate these qualities within myself. I breathe the wet spring smell of quickening earth and work with a steady, relaxed rhythm. My strength comes from the ground beneath my feet in so many ways. I am what I eat.