There’s something deeply reassuring about green asparagus in spring. It’s crisp, clean, and grounding. In Frida’s garden, asparagus wasn’t just food. It was part of the seasonal rhythm, part of what kept the body in balance after a long winter. I didn’t think much of it as a child. But now, with each year of…
The scent of garlic lingered in the crisp autumn air as Emma gently brushed the dirt off the freshly harvested bulbs. Each clove held a story, a whisper of the earth, carrying the wisdom of generations past. She smiled, remembering how her grandmother used to call garlic “the healer’s heart.” Emma’s journey with garlic had…