At night the garden drops below daylight language and murmurs in an older tongue, in voices of wormwood and rue, black cohosh and henbane, reminding me that the plants of the garden attend to me as well as allowing me to attend to them. In the berry patches, orchards and vegetable, herb, and flower beds … Continue reading Gardening at the Dragon’s Gate: At Work in the Wild and Cultivated World ~ Wendy Johnson