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This is June. Flowers and shadows. The longest days. Linden flowers for drying, for later teas and toddies. Earlier in the month I included ...

 ...is Bolero, reclaiming that word's place in my good graces. Ravel's Boléro, on the other hand, was played to syrupy death for me ...

This month, on Thursdays, I have been making and delivering a batch of chile (chilli, chili) to a community fridge a mile-and-a-half north o...

Very, very late summer and the tall things are bending in the breeze. The South African milkweed and the fennel are irresistible to pollinat...

Our local greenmarket is just a five minute walk away from where we live. On Sundays and Wednesdays trucks arrive early in the day from farm...

It wobbles, it jiggles, it's straight out of the beginning of the middle of the last century. It's wonderful. It's tuna mousse. ...

I rediscovered a bottle of black currant (cassis, in French) syrup living in the back of the fridge. I made it in that briefest of black cur...

"But why make it pink?" asked my faraway friend Bevan, crossly, via WhatsApp, after I sent him a picture of this beet hummus. ...

It's not exactly pepper season. But it's so bloody cold that we need something very hot. Enter the world market, and cayenne and Tha...

It has been a picnic-y summer, so far. This one was at Rockefeller State Park Preserve, after a walk I led, hosted by the New York State Dep...

Here's a quick round-up of some seasonally appealing Gardenista pieces I have written. Follow the links to read:  First up, Forest Todd...

  The water comes up, and then it goes down, and then it does it again. This is high tide, and we perched on the edge to picnic. But at low ...

We lurch from apocalypse to apocalypse. Choking wildfire smoke, and now, unprecedented rainfall. Brooklyn escaped Sunday night's floodin...

Some likened our apocalyptic skies this week, and the pervasive smell of smoke, to 9/11. But the smell of the Canadian wildfires was mislead...

Friday office. I could not resist (decided not to resist?) the anemones that were being sold at the Union Square Greenmarket on Wednesday. T...

Cattail pollen. Collected in a Cape Town summer... In December I hunted down and cut cattail flowers (still green but beginning to shed poll...

Foraged in a Cape Town summer. Sour grapes. Not such a bad thing, after all.  How did I learn this? Shopping. In Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, at Bal...

A wood ear's point-of-view, during a recent forage class in Prospect Park. The wood ears studied the humans, the humans studied the wood...

Crabapple season. Birds prefer them after a real cold snap, when they are less tannic. And I like them fat and tart, to be candied.   Get my...

  Leaves are drifting down. The grass and sidewalks underfoot are a-crunch, crunch crunch. And the most generous of mushrooms is in season, ...