The past few weekends I have been doing a little foraging around our homestead. I spent the morning weeding our wildflower area and decided the dandelion greens would be a nice addition to a salad. So I ran inside to grab my basket and collect a few.
I have read a lot about the benefits of dandelions in Dandelion Medicine by Briggite Mars and online.
“Dandelion root ( Taraxacum officinale ) stimulates bile production, thus improving liver function, which when sluggish, can contribute to fatigue. Dandelion root improves digestion and increases vitality.”
All of us could probably benefit from a little liver cleansing these days. Toxins in the air, soil, and everywhere else cause a burden on our system trying to eliminate these toxins from our body.
I also got to crawl around in these thorny things. These are sandplum bushes and they grow wild in Kansas. Everywhere you look (that the township can’t get to and spray) there are sandplums growing.
The plums themselves are tart and not great for eating right off the bush, but they make the best jelly and wine.
So I soaked them, washed them, and bagged them up in 2 1/2 gallon freezer bags and tossed them in deep freeze. When fall rolls around and our house in nice and cool I will fire up the stove and get to making jelly and wine. Right now it’s just too hot to mess with them.
I had lots of help when I was out in mom and dad’s pasture picking sandplums.
First there was just one curious bystander.
Then a couple more.
Then a little closer.
And a little closer.
Then it was just time to hang out, stare at me, and make me a little nervous.
The little guy wasn’t too sure it was safe.
But finally started creeping out from behind his mama.
Finally I had enough cow time. They were really close to me. Sniffing me. Watching me. And breathing down my neck. I decided to pack it in and loaded up the four-wheeler to head back to the house.
See that little shaded area under the sandplum bushes?? That’s where I WAS standing. They didn’t waste anytime taking over my spot once I was outta there.
They really are the best little cows. The Scottish Highlands are tame and gentle, but were just too curious for me that day.