while we prepare...

as i prepare to have my second child, our shop will have the option for biodegradable bags for tea by the 1/4, 1/2 or pound. this will keep our tea available to you and make life easier for me to not have to make tea bags and label tea containers. 

frost date

as our frost date approaches (farmer's almanac claims this is tomorrow) I have been harvesting our vegetables and delicate herbs before the cold claims their leaves black, their fruits shriveled.  

my favorite tomatoes this season are pink bumblebee. an heirloom cherry tomato. It has the perfect acidity and produces pretty pink almost striped fruits. these plants were prolific for us and I have managed to save many seeds for next year. 

today, my daughter and I pulled the last of our carrots. 13 pounds of a beautiful bounty.  


dry beans

I decided to focus on only a few dry beans this growing season, 

Jacob's Gold, zolfino, and cannellini beans. 

leaving beans to yellow and dry in the garden is hard.  

its not the prettiest sight but certainly is rewarding once you give them a shake, 

hear the rattle in the pods.  

pull them from their roots and bring them home to shell.  

my little girl loves this.  

below, Jacob's Gold. 



yacon progress

it has been a slow season for us Colorado gardeners. a very wet May has made harvests slower, crop yields not as bountiful. but still our gardens thrive through attentive love.

this was my first year attempting to cultivate yacon root, a delicious tuber I use in our restore tea. It is quite hard to find in North America, being native to Peru and other regions in South America. even though our season has been slow, my beautiful yacon plants are starting to bloom and beneath our soil are producing many tubers for me to harvest come the colder season. I can't wait to share the bounty. 


mullein musing

pinching tiny yellow blossoms from mullein stalks, 

wildcrafting along clear creek, before the mouth of the canyon. 

I brought sand toys for my patient daughter, who makes trips from the thick pebbled sandy bank with her purple bucket full of water. 

I take note of the progress of flowers. mullein flowers unhurriedly sprout from the second year plant. five blossoms here, twelve on this one, three on this. 

she calls three two one

we chase spinning plastic shovels before they're carried downstream.  

feeling the weight

bending in the garden, a morning prayer before the sun bakes my back into a confetti of freckles. 

i am 7 months pregnant, feeling the weight of this child more every day. hotter days, swollen feet in sandals. hosing the dirt from limbs. reveling in the cool of the water. 

thump-bump, flip. my womb is kneaded.  

my daughter, almost 2 1/2, plucks blue cornflowers, her gardening ritual. the stray pink or purple flowers are reserved for her strawberry blonde hair. 

a second pregnancy differs from the first. counting down the weeks, instead of up. 

mr. October will arrive, an end to the harvest.  

chamomile harvest

leaving at sunrise with my little girl wrapped in a carrier.

greeting the garden, harvesting our food,

plucking basil, thyme and mint.

finger-raking chamomile flowers into mason jars.

bringing my dream-scented bounty back to wash,

folded into flour sack towels and transferred to drying screens.

in a few days these flowers will be ready for packaging.

eventually arriving in your hands

to your mug

to your mouth to savor, your nose to breathe. 

our chamomile has all been harvested for the season. home grown organic german chamomile is unlike any chamomile you can buy in the store or bulk.

our chamomile has all been harvested for the season. home grown organic german chamomile is unlike any chamomile you can buy in the store or bulk.


pounds. and pounds. and pounds. picked slowly,

peppermint before the flower. 

all ready to be sipped and savoured by you.