Off to the mountain I went on a cold frosty morning to accomplish some wild harvesting before the rains returned. I met a beautiful ring of Douglas Fir trees with new green tips which I harvested for teas and a cooking herb. They were all oozing with resin as the temperature was perfect for it. I hadn’t planned to harvest resin, but I found a good stick to use instead of my hands and bundled all the resin in carefully wrapped blackberry leaves I’d picked the thorns off of.
To harvest resin you leave the wound alone and harvest what has oozed out of it and dripped down. The resin was a beautiful range of colours from palest honey to darkest blood-red and smells deliciously of lemon and pepper with an amber sweetness behind it. It was once used to make salves to treat wounds and skin problems – probably made with deer fat or bear grease. Western Hemlock resin smells even more amazing than Douglas Fir, but I didn’t find any weeping trees on this adventure.
After, I visited the old Hemlock trees with their thick trunks and gorgeous sweeping boughs of tiny evergreen needles. I don’t like to pick favourites as I love so many trees and plants, but I truly am in love with Western Hemlock – its beauty, its smell, its gentleness, and its greatness. Beds of its soft branches were used to process fish upon and to act as wild bedding when sleeping in the woods. The tips were drunk as a tea or used in cooking, the cones were worn by Native women around their necks to conceive a child, and the branches tied around ritualists’ heads and waists during ceremonies.
The trunks of Hemlock grow so fat with large curving roots contrasting against the tiny needles fragrant with spice and citrus. I will make the dried needles into smudge wands, incense, tea, and try cooking with them myself. The bark is a deep purple and was used to make a red or black dye. When you leave the bark on drying wood, the colour leeches and the wood turns a gorgeous light purple-red that is simply beautiful to carve.
My cheeks and eyes bright from the cold, I went to visit my former neighbour on the mountain. She had made me a delicious Czech soup with a roux and sour cream in which we dipped slices of buttered rye while we sipped our hot tea talking of gardening, wildcrafting, mead brewing, and magic. It was simply wonderful.
I went home with boughs of Red Cedar and Hemlock, Douglas Fir tips and resin, as well as Mountain Ash and Indian Plum wood. Thank you Forest for your gifts. Until next time beautiful mountain.




















































