There’s something quietly magical about noticing what grows around us. Last summer I wandered meadows and riverbanks near my home, seeing herbs and grasses everywhere - under trees, along footpaths, even at garden edges.
So many are called “weeds,” yet they return each year, resilient. One of my favourites is Mugwort (Artemisia vulgaris), with its silvery leaves and ancient, quiet power. Herbalism isn’t about teaching or harvesting; it’s about curiosity, slowing down, and letting nature invite you to look closer, always with care.