The Mountain Provideth
My neighbour and I went off into the woods yesterday evening, which just happened to be the dark moon, to look for witchy treasures. She dug up some bleeding hearts, enchanter’s nightshade, and a maple tree seedling to transplant to her shaded garden and I found decayed red cedar wood, beautiful Elder flower blossoms, tightly curled sword fern fiddleheads… and while we were near a stream I found the best and rarest treasure of all – male fern fiddleheads. Male fern grows here, but I almost never find it on the mountain. There was a huge growth of one covered in fiddleheads of which I harvested a small amount seen above resting on the cedar wood. Dried they are burned outdoors to cause rain, carried by men they increase their virility and protect from all harm, and the root when dug up on Midsummer’s Eve and dried by the bonfire becomes St. John’s Hand.
We also mentally mapped places to collect Oregon Grapes, Indian Plums, thimbleberries, and huckleberries from, and she also showed me a huge ancient Rowan tree she and her husband had stumbled upon during a walk. I’d never noticed it before, nor have I ever seen a wild Rowan so big or so old here on the mountain! It could possibly be the mother of all the rowans growing in the area!