It’s the first day of spring; the sun is climbing higher in the sky with each passing day and with that I’m wanting to give a shout-out to some plant allies that served me well in the clinic this past winter season.

And don’t get me wrong, I love the amniotic sleep of winter, and had the good grace of being able to spend a large portion of it out of the hustle of the city, where things can more fully sink into the ‘winteryness’ of winter– curling into themselves like seeds: waiting, cultivating, dreaming, and re-nourishing. But even in the most ideal of situations these winter months can be hard without summer’s flame circulating our energy and dazzling and distracting our senses with the flamboyancy of it’s armfulls of flowers and swollen fruits– everything flirting and buzzing in fat flowering elation. Winter is when the frills fall away and we’re left in the bone marrow of it all....