Štědrý bylinářův rok II. – Švédová Zuzana (2022)

There are places on earth that are sacred, just waiting for you to visit and be enchanted by them. Herbs grow here, the wind whispers, the springs of pure streams sparkle, the sun shines, and the shade invites you to rest. One can stretch out on the green grass, close their eyes, and be alone for a moment. Surrounded by joy that materializes in the song of birds and the bell tower on the hill. There are such places that teach us, heal us, and bring us together. It's as if we grasped our entire essence here, straightened ourselves from the ground up, nourished our roots. Just as our ancestors wisely did, woven into the moments of the flowing day. Let us embark together on herbal paths, with a basket full of fragrant remedies, let’s prepare an ointment, a healing tincture, let’s cook a healing syrup in the morning. Let us slowly flow in the embrace of nature, for it is wise, giving, kind, and for us. Let us learn again to read the legacies of our ancestors, understand the laws of birth and silence, nurture within us the fairy tales, customs, and traditions, for they are the essence, the core, and the path. A path that will lead us to the threshold of a beloved home, to a cleanly set table, to hands that will caress. To gardens where mint blooms, blue cornflowers, purple mallow, where it resonates with song and love for the good. Let’s close the gate with a latch and move on, into meadows and forests, groves and...