In this short tutorial, learn how and where to cut stems for making herb bundles and bouquets for drying, that you can later use this winter in the kitchen! Sage leaves can be used fresh or dried in the kitchen, and add a lovely savory flavor to roasted chicken, pork chops, and sausage.
Dried sage can be a beautiful addition to dried herb bouquets, and…to correct myself, from what I stated in the video, it could also be used in fresh bouquets, as long as the lower leaves are removed from the parts of the stem that will be under water in the vase.
This short video demonstrates how to bundle sage stems into a bouquet that can be hung to dry and later used in dried arrangements, wreaths, or for cooking savory meals.
The Sound of Silence
does not exist to me, but this photo, taken several years ago, reminds me of the times when I was about as close as I would ever be, to experiencing complete silence.
This field, though far from the bustling sounds of any city, at least a half a mile away from any other neighbor, and nestled in one of the most beautiful countrysides west of the Mississippi River, was anything but quiet.
Mother Nature’s Super Expressway
I spent countless hours right along side Mother Nature out in this space. Picking flowers in what passers by might perceive as solitude, but I was never alone, and it was never quiet. Instead of hearing cars whizzing by on the Edens Expressway in the suburbs north of Chicago, where we had previously lived, I was now accustomed to the sounds of another form of traffic. Nature. Bees, flies, dragonflies, humming birds, and every other kind of bug and bird that calls an Iowa field home, were constantly buzzing by like speeders on the expressway. If I wore bright orange, or if my husband drank out of a bright orange cup, we had to be wary of hummingbirds that might mistake us for a giant flower and attempt to steal nectar from our ears! Every morning, I battled with barn swallows who tried to attack me as I attempted to open the door to my old flower shop. To them, I was an intruder, as they had made their nest directly above the door. Sounds of tiny wings swooping down with bat like speed so close to me, I could have reached out and grabbed them.
Bees that never stopped working…except for this
The birds were noisy, but they always seemed to take a break from their busy schedules every now and then. The bees, on the other hand, were workaholics. Never did they stop buzzing from flower to flower, working tirelessly, never taking a break, except for when the sun decided to hide sheepishly behind the clouds.
It never failed, no matter how busy those bees were, the minute, the second, the sun hid itself, all work came to an end, and silence wrapped it’s cloak around me.
Went out for a walk,
ran into you.
Wanted to talk,
but you had so much to do.
Staring at your screen,
staring down as you walked.
More important than me was that screen,
so I walked.
I walked alone and I waved so long to you.
You, with more important things to do.
Like texting, or Facebook, or surfing the web,
from your hand held device, or iPhone instead.
Instead of looking up, at the world all around you,
You chose your electronics, your wifi, to surround you.
I’m no better than you, rest assured.
As I point one finger at you,
there is not a first, nor a second, but a third.
A third digit pointing right back at me.
I have counted them, yes, there are three.
That’s three times I can guarantee.
At least three times I have been guilty of the same damn thing.
Ignoring my loved ones as they have tried to connect.
But I had too much to do.
Too many friends to request,
too many pictures to like,
too many thoughts to post, to think of, to write.
And in so doing my best,
to connect with those in my nest,
I failed a simple test.
I forgot what’s most important, what I so need to do.
And that is to remember the importance of you.
You are right here, right next to me now.
You should come first, not some digital device.
Why is it so hard to heed my own advice?
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