Folkflora

I’d like to propose a small practical exercise this week: learning one crochet stitch properly rather than trying to take in a whole pattern's worth of them at once — no judgement here, btw.

September brought a welcome change of pace for many of us; routines pick up, and we turn from loose, easy summer to disciplined, focused autumn once again.

Gaining momentum again on the Wheel of the Year, we approach autumn and its opposite: the moment of genuine balance, called Mabon in modern pagan practice, but which is only very recently named as such — this is in fact a twentieth-century innovation.

Septembers in Britain are always marked by the beginning of a sort of predictable seasonal change; school’s back, offices return to their usual post-summer bustle, and, just in time for the transition, the first colds of the year begin to appear, both as…

This week, I'm going to advocate for visible mending as an easily accessible everyday skill — not just some niche crafty hobby, but a practice that can be productively integrated into general clothing maintenance, like the almost ubiquitous darning of soc…

There is a British herbal story I think is particularly worth retelling here: rosehip syrup, and the national campaign to collect it during the Second World War.

Wild swimming has seen a resurgence in recent years, with Hampstead Ponds, Cornish coves, rivers (yes, even the Thames, although is it wild swimming?)

Britain is a place with an incredibly diverse sheep culture - dozens of different native breeds have developed here, each of which has been bred for a particular environment and purpose.

Elderflower is one of those plants that is quintessentially, recognisably British – that frothy, fluffy bloom that pops up along country walks and in the dirt and cracks of suburban wastelands in late summer.

Hi there, I am doing a course on ‘naturopathic coaching’ online - yeah, I know.

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