Hermitcraft: Elderberry Tea

Here's a seasonal blessing worth knowing. The recipe is as simple as they come: you pour boiling water over elderberries, which set in profusion from late summer to mid-autumn, mash them a bit with a spoon, and let the whole steep for ten minutes. (Note that I'm talking about blue and black varieties here; raw red elderberries are toxic to about half the population, and in any case, are a late-spring harvest.)

Elderberries (Sambucus ssp.) have the fruity flavour one would expect, but also an astringent edge that makes them better suited to tea than juice. I tend to avoid adding honey to the finished product, but do like to include a pinch a-piece (not more) of ground cloves and cinnamon in the steep, and freshen it up with a drop of lemon juice (again, not more) before drinking.

The result, drunk hot, is the perfect companion for cool days of crisp sun or driving rain, having the exact taste of the first and the antidote to the second. Because they grow in dense clusters, elderberries are quickly gathered and once separated from their stems they freeze very well, simply twisted up in a plastic bag. That way you can continue to enjoy this tea all winter long.

And that's a good thing, because among other notable benefits, elderberries have proven anti-viral properties, having particularly distinguished themselves in scientific trials against the flu. They're also high in Vitamin C, another winter concern, though how much of this survives infusion is a good question.

Finally, varieties with a healthy yeast bloom, such as the one in the photo above, make a good sourdough starter, suitable especially for sweet applications such as coffee cake or pancakes.

So sock a sack of Sambucus into your freezer for the cold months. It brings a bit of August sun to your New Year's Day. (Or a bit of February sun to the Queen's Birthday, for my New Zealand readers.)

WW: Sitka mountain ash

(Sorbus sitchensis. AKA rowan.)

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The Origin of Happiness

I'm suddenly reminded of the endless dithering in the model kit section at Sears, before choosing the next addition to the epic WWII dogfight hanging from my bedroom ceiling.

The dithering was exquisite.


(Photo of Avro Lancaster model [had it!] courtesy of Matias Luge and Pixabay.com.)

WW: Swingin' on the hook

(I've never seen so many boats anchored off Fairhaven [Washington], where the marinas are all at capacity. Most of the newcomers appear to be transoceanic; a few look like homeless people. Both, I'm fairly certain, are down to COVID; the ocean-crossing crowd are beached by closed harbours overseas, and have nowhere else to go.)

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Interdependence Kyôsaku

"The flower and the wind are old friends."

Bill Porter (Red Pine)


(Photo courtesy of Nico Westerhof and Wikimedia Commons.)

WW: Autumn nightfall over the bay

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British Proverb

"When the Devil is old, he goes to a monastery."


(Photo of the Monastery of the Temptation, built on the backcountry site where Christ is said to have been interrogated by Satan, courtesy of Tamar Hayardeni and Wikimedia Commons.)