Beautiful morning to sit in the gentle breeze and birdsong of the garden, wearing gloves and plucking nettle leaves from their stems… and hardly ever saying any bad words (because nettle stings are beneficial… I keep telling myself).
From here they’ll move to the dining room table to dry on old screens balanced on bowls and be nibbled by the cats until they get stored in paper bags for winter tea.
There are no weeds. Only green stuff we haven’t found a use for yet.
More nettle goodness HERE.