I love to harvest nettles in early spring, delighting in the vivid, bright green shoots, covered in shimmering, magical hairs, beaming their radiance out of the decomposing matter of winter. It roots me to this place I call home.
Part of my excitement for Spring can be attributed to my annual ritual of nettle harvesting. As I wander the woods around my home, I look to see if the nettles have reached the height of my knee (long before they flower) and are ready for picking. I also notice[…]dive deeper