A Landscape Known
Eucalyptus bark
dead bark, curled and fallen to the Fettercairn ground, the foot of the mountain, one hundred miles from here, and so much further from its native home
soaked for three days on a waxing moon, boiled for two hours on a Sunday morning, pH2
Lichen
you understood time by picking o the singing trumpets of lichen, fallen with a branch, fallen into your hands, it smells like rain, so rain
4oz of oak moss, 3oz of old man’s beard boiled up and soaked overnight one piece of silk reaching across two pans to intertwine the colour, pH5
Aronia berries
6lbs, picked in summer from a fruiting garden, so and sweet and frozen now, steam rising as boiling water covers them
heated for two or three hours left to sleep in their red water overnight, woken with a gentle heat in the morning, drained