An Herbalist's Notebook

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December Field Notes

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Britton Boyd
Dec 17, 2023
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Cozy up besties, get some tea, or whatever hot beverage of your choosing. This is the first issue of my Field Notes series, column? I don’t know what to call it, but you’ll see one here each month!

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Observations

I moved into my new home about a month ago. I’m readjusting to living in a city proper again (it’s been 6 years!). Honestly, it’s been overwhelming how many shopping and coffee options I have now. And, I can get Thai food, Indian food… so many foods again. I’m getting my bearings in my new surroundings.

Today, after dumping and layering a bunch of soggy slimy cardboard down to prep an herbal garden bed followed by mulch, I heard a familiar croak in the sky: Raven, two of them, flying westbound. How did I know they were ravens and not city crows? Tail feathers and their voices of course!

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It surprised me, seeing them fly over the city, and it made me glad to see them. Usually, in my experience, ravens are city shy. I went back to brushing aside piles of apple tree trimmings and wondering how I could put them to task in my eventual garden, trellis? A wooden star for our little Christmas tree? Make them into artful wall hangings?

Ground damp and soggy from a recent atmospheric river dumping many inches of rain on the region — I could see little herbs and lettuces popping up in a derelict garden space from the previous tenants’ gardening project. Many more seedlings sprouting, as they do in the fall season here in the Willamette Valley of Oregon — but struggling to grow due to the cold.

I’ve been making mental maps of plants, herbs, and edibles here in my neighborhood. More fig trees than I can count, apples and plums in my yard, arugula, milk thistle, teasel. The usuals: plantain, chickweed and dandelion. Grape vines here and there, hawthorns and a particularly nice patch of mustard greens on a dirt hill in an ally. So many different kind of oak trees, I need to get an oak ID book. My mind does these mental plant resource mappings, maybe like we do in a town or city when we have grocery shopping options. I am building a map of my plant options and resources. I also make note of the cozy homes that flag for kind nice neighbors who do not kill their weeds with glyphosate sprays.

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