With a cold east wind and no rain, dried cracking earth, I walk the land. What the fuck am I doing, I know nothing about land, why didn’t I make a spare bedroom? is a thought, then land, ancient, primal, nature, wait until it teaches you, comes next.
Yesterday I walked the land and examined the plants we call weeds emerge – the strong ones, with a root descending to water, surviving the April drought. I found their names with my App, and enjoyed their words, so made friends with these conditioned enemies:
Field Pansey, Johney jump up, Viola arvensis
Purple leafed Willowherb, fringed willowherb, Epilogium ciliatum
Field Wormwood, field sagwort, Artemisia campestris
Scentless mayweed, false chamomile, Tripleurospermum inodorum
Horseweed, marestail, Erigeron canadensis
Spear Thistle, common thistle, Bird thistle, Ciirsium vulgare
Ragwort, Stinking willie, St James wort, Jacobaea vulgaris
Common Groundsel, old man in the spring, Birdseed, Senecio vulgaris
Garlic Mustard, Jack n the bush, Penny hedge, Alliaria petiolata
Cladoniacreae – may be. Cladonia (cup lichen) is a genus of moss like litchens family Cladoniaceae. They are the primary food source for reindeer and caribou.
Lords and Ladies, Devils and Angels, Adam and Eve, Cuckoo-pint, snakes head, Arum Maculatum
Young oak leaves and catkins – often found on the road these April days, shaken off the branch by squirrels or wind. The ones that won’t make it. Such colour. Sap green, tinged with red.
One week before – April 10th – here’s the emerging land.
Kaliwood 