Scots pine

I’ve been a bit quiet in the past two weeks, as we have reached the so-called “hungry gap”; there’s not a huge amount of edible stuff growing, and I can see the bottom of the freezer again. Though it will be a while before we’ve totally run out of stored foraged food, a post about defrosting plums may be of less interest πŸ˜†.

Two things I’m still currently foraging are blackberry leaves and pine needles for tea.

Blackberry leaves

The leaves and needles, when dried, get mixed with chaga powder. This is my go-to drink in the morning. I’m also putting this concoction in tea bags to send to my dad. He’s had surgery and could do with a boost to his immune system.

Teabags full of goodness

While I was drying Scots pine needles (from a fallen tree) one of the branches contained a cone. I kept it as I think they’re beautiful. But then a few days ago I held the cone upside down and a whole stream of seeds came fluttering out! They’re a bit like sycamore seeds, with a ‘wing’ to help them travel far.

I absolutely love Scots pine. Their reddish bark and irregular shape, their scent and habitat with heather… Whenever I’m near one I feel at home, in the moment, and protected somehow.

So I decided to sow these little seeds. Yesterday I went out to the woods near Knockburn with a small bag, to get some native soil for the wee chaps. It so happened that a tree feller had dug a deep trench and the soil was easily available to scoop up. But then I spotted it: a tiny Scots pine seedling, atop the tyre track.

I know you shouldn’t uproot wild plants, but this one would have a guaranteed death if it stayed where it was, so I took it home in my pannier:

Peek-a-boo!

Back home I mixed the heavy soil with some sand, and sowed the seeds. The seedling has its own pot and is enjoying a sunny aspect at the front of the house.

The ancient Caledonian forests started like this – tiny seedlings that turned into Scotland’s answer to ‘primeval’.

I will try to remember to photograph a mature one next time I’m out. There’s other food to come, too: today I saw the first butterburr flowers and ground elder. Frying pans at the ready!

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