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Post-Holiday Reflection: How Wreath Making Made Me Stop Hating Botany

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By Jasmine Wilborne

This is the story about how I used to hate botany:

Early November, after coming back from Vancouver B.C, I went for a hike after I had been a good living-at-home-after-graduating- a year and a half ago-daughter and did my chores.

I went for a simple hike around Lake Wintergreen in Hamden, CT .

This is a very small lake, maybe a mile all around. But very beautiful.

This is a very small lake, maybe a mile all around. But very beautiful.

Here is a trail. It ain't the Appalachian trail...but hey it's in my backyard.

Here is a trail. It ain’t the Appalachian trail…but hey it’s in my backyard.

I’m the type of person who likes to feel solidarity with others when we are doing something that is “outside the norm”, like cycling in the dead of winter or being one of two black chicks at a cool convention or idk something stupid like that.

So I smile, or nod or say “hello” to people. Usually receiving no answer or a blank stare, but whatever it’s New England. There were so many people enjoying the day, but so many people just kinda side-eyed me or ignored me all together that I started to feel downtrodden. So I made the big bad decision tooo….WALK OFF TRAIL.

I know scary.

Ahhh….so great to be drinking in, truly Nature’s glory. And then I started picking up pine cones. And then broken off branches of evergreen. And then branches of pine needles. And then before I knew it I was collecting the base for my wreaths!

Here they are:

Can you tell that I took this image with my shitty flip phone?

Can you tell that I took this image with my shitty flip phone?

The earth gave me enough for this interesting thing….the honeycomb makes an appearance.

My sister swears this is demonic. Kinda pisses me off. She's just mad.

My sister swears this is demonic. Kinda pisses me off. She’s just mad.

Let me tell you that that experience, crawling on the grown searching for pine cones and acorns and to my surprise and empty hornets nest, was one of the most spiritual experiences I have had thus far.

I am so NERVOUS to say spiritual because I have a very hard time reconciling the idea of spirituality after rejecting religiosity.

But it was spiritual. I felt bound to the earth. I felt like a child looking in awe at her mother knit or cook or laugh in the wind. I felt one with the earth. But even more like a true supplicant. Like the earth provided and I received.

At that moment, I knew that I could never live in a blind, unseeing way towards the nature around me. I knew that I would want to learn the names of the moss, the differences between trees and other creeping green things.

But you ask, isn’t that what permaculture is about?

And I answer, well yes. But it never became real to me until I was crawling around on the forest floor looking for natural gifts.

So yeah, unintentionally, wreath-making made me stop hating botany. Because I thought botany was stupid. Botany was about things that were not connected to me. Botany wasn’t about me. Boy was I wrong, botany is as much about me as it is about knowing the beautiful earth.

So yeah, I’m right now in the : I want to do it stage, but with the cold winter shooing me inside—-I find reading about wanting to do it better.

Also, Seth and I are about to leave soon. Ugh that’s an excuse because knowing at least a bit about what is going on locally is important!

The inner turmoil resumes—-

Thank you loveys!



Author: zestyjazz

I'm a garden and a bicycle.

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