Each spring, I like to visit a gardener friend of mine whose neatly tended beds are her pride and joy. She’s rather traditional, preferring a very structured, mannered approach–while I tend to be more of a wild child, but anyone who loves green, growing things is a kindred spirit. We’ve spent many a pleasant afternoon together amid the flora.
As we wandered about her land enjoying the early blooms, she lamented over a rather ubiquitous weed that was peeking up at the edges of her footpaths and all around her greenhouse.
Now, I have long believed that most “weeds” are simply misunderstood herbal allies, so I asked her to point out the culprit. Sure enough, it was mugwort. I had to smile. “This,” I told her, “is not just a weed. This is the stuff that dreams are made of!”
Mugwort (Artemesia vulgaris), or cronewort, is named after the lunar…
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