As we head out into our gardens to enjoy the spring weather, author Leila White shares her love of herbalism and reveals how her new book charts the potent plants and flowers she found in her local churchyard.
How did I get into herbalism? I have early memories of my aunts asking if I liked butter by holding a buttercup flower under my chin. If my skin glowed golden, then that was a sure sign of liking butter. Which I didn’t, as it happens.
When I was young there were wild flowers in abundance. The fields and wayside were full of the colourful plants, school children would pick bunches of red and white clover, buttercups, forget-me-nots and daisies. The classroom windowsill had a row of jam jars with the floral offerings brought to the teacher.
During a visit to my Grandmother in the Shetland Isles, my aunt helped me identify the local wild flowers, and showed me how to press them using blotting…