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02/13/2026

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Long before the Wheel of the Year had fully learned its turn, there was a forest that trembled with shadows. Darkness moved freely there, and even the stars feared to linger. The people of the land prayed for a guardian, a protector who could stand between them and the unseen dangers that whispered in the night.

From the heart of that prayer, a spark fell. It was neither seed nor flame, but something in between—a silver pulse that hummed with courage and light. The forest caught it first, and from the pulse grew a slender sapling. Its bark was red as blood, its leaves sharp with quiet defiance. This was the first Rowan.

The Rowan was not like other trees. It did not bend easily to the wind. It did not bow to shadow. Its branches reached skyward as if carrying a shield, and its berries glowed faintly, each one a tiny vessel of protection, each one a promise that courage could survive even the darkest nights.

As the tree grew, the forest began to change. Wolves no longer prowled the edges. Shadows that had slithered through the underbrush fled when the wind brushed the Rowan’s leaves. Travelers who passed beneath her branches felt a subtle clarity, a surge of inner strength, and a quiet knowing that they were watched over and defended.

The people of the land learned to honor her. They braided charms from her twigs, hung her berries in doorways, and whispered thanks when storms passed without harm. Her power became intertwined with their lives, and with the turning of the seasons, the Rowan came to be associated with February—a time to reclaim courage, protect what is precious, and step into the light after winter’s long shadow.

And that is how the Rowan became the Celtic tree of February: a guardian of protection, empowerment, and spiritual strength, born from shadow, shaped by fire, and remembered in every red berry, every sharp leaf, and every whispered prayer beneath her branches.

02/08/2026

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02/07/2026

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02/05/2026

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02/03/2026

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You Don't Need Permission to Know Plants

Everyone says: Get three field guides. Cross-reference everything. Never trust your observations.

Fine for not poisoning yourself. Essential baseline.

But there's another kind of knowing. Sit with hawthorn for twenty minutes. Notice how your breath changes. Taste chickweed and feel that cooling quality spread through your mouth.

That's direct experience. It counts.

Yes, verify identification. Know your lookalikes. Don't be reckless.

But also trust what happens when you pay attention. Your observations matter.

The plants aren't research subjects. They're your relatives.

At some point you have to stop studying and start relating.

Put the books down. Spend twenty minutes with one plant.

See what happens.

01/30/2026

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01/26/2026

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01/26/2026

Most of us think of grasses as something to mow, trim, or clean up once they turn brown.

But native ornamental grasses aren’t finished when winter arrives — they’re just changing jobs.

While turf grass disappears under snow and stops doing much of anything, native grasses stay upright. They hold their seed heads above the ground, right where birds can reach them when everything else is buried. For sparrows, juncos, and other ground-feeding birds, those seeds are real food at a time when options are almost gone.

The grasses do more than feed. They block wind. They trap pockets of warmth. They give small birds a place to hide when the weather turns brutal. What looks like a messy clump to us is shelter, insulation, and a pantry all in one.

Cutting them back in fall doesn’t just tidy the garden — it removes structure that wildlife depends on to get through winter.

Leaving native grasses standing until spring isn’t neglect. It’s letting the garden keep working when it’s needed most.

01/24/2026

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01/23/2026

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01/15/2026

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