As Kavala’s mind drifted, thinking once more of how much Tamar – Vanator’s first wife – would have been proud of her for doing a garden, the konti couldn’t help but think of the first herbal medicine the two had made together. Their lives were vastly different in what she did this day and what Tamar was forced to do to survive. Always moving, the Drykas had no means of gardening other than sowing seeds as they migrated in hopes that next year something wild would have survived when they returned. Being stationary, Kavala had every opportunity to grow exactly what she wanted and keep it happy and healthy under her watchful eye all year long. As Kiri demonstrated the steps to correctly preparing the ground which involved a lot more than staking off new sections, Kavala focused trying to drive back the memory of her first herbal concoction with Tamar.
Kiri was speaking. Kavala focused her attention on the girl. “When you dig you aerate the soil and expose pests to predators which can give you a chance to have them be killed off naturally. Also, when you dig, you can mix in nutrients for the plants you will grow here by adding compost like your horse manure into the garden. We call the overall profile of the garden’s soil the ‘structure’ and constantly enrich it throughout the year. So what we need to do, Kavala, is start with our grid of six sections for each plot, remove all the sod or old weeds… we’ve done that already…then remove a trench with the spade that’s exactly the width and depth of the spade.” Kiri said, demonstrating.
“Take the dirt completely out of the hole, setting it off to the side, like you did in the first plot section. Then push the spade into the soil at a right angle, no more than the spades width away and scoop up the soil in bite size pieces, breaking it up. Make the ‘bites’ about six to eight inches deep and toss them into the trench you have just removed dirt from. Break them up by chopping them with the shovel. Then, do it again… see how you’ve made a new trench? By removing the first bit of dirt, you’ve made room for all the other bites of dirt. Always turn the bite of dirt over, so the top is bottom side and the bottom is pointing towards the sky. Remember, we’re exposing pests. Now, when you reach the far side, we are going to fill the last trench with the soil we removed from the far side. It is time to change tools, moving from a shovel to a garden fork. Leave your shovel aside, pick up your fork and begin mixing the soil once more, loosening roots and pulling up any weeds left by hand.” Kavala nodded. After thusly instructed, she was off and running, working on plot after plot, which finally gave her time to really think about her first memory of herbalism with Tamar.
It had been ages ago. The two had rode out of camp together, deep in the heart of the Sea of Grass, and had just talked while they hunted for simple herbs. Kavala, at that point, was still leery of Tamar, not sure her status had having moved into their pavilion when Vanator had brought her home as a wife. Tamar had decided they’d both needed bonding time, and being a skilled herbalist, she’d decided it was a craft Kavala should know because the Konti was already marked by Rak’keli.
Tamar had smiled, laughed, and told her she was going to teach her a secret… a secret about the most common medicinal herbs out in the world. It seemed the dandelion, common weed everywhere, was in itself a small miracle. Tamar was going to teach her how to utilize it.
“Dandelions are easy to spot, Kavala. They grow tall here. They have a single golden-yellow flower head sitting on top of each individual flower stalk. This flower head can grow up to two inches wide. The flowers open with the rising of Syna in the morning and close with her setting at night. That is why they are sometimes called Syna’s Children. They can appear almost any time of year, flowering, but in the late summer, throughout fall, and early winter they are most predominant.” Tamar said. Kavala nodded and the two rode on looking.
“A dandelion’s impetuous blossoming is Cayhia’s never ending reminder that diversity is favored and therefore rules. This plants green stalks are round, smooth, brittle and hollow. They grow from two to eighteen inches tall and have no other branching stalks off them, Kavala.” Tamar said, going into teaching mode. “Each dandelion stalk is straight and unjointed, growing individually and separately out of a base having a rosette crown of numerous bright green leaves. Sometimes you’ll see the flower stalks growing directly out of the ground without their crown of leaves, but that’s normal. Their stalks never grow leaves, so if you are looking at a plant that has tall stalks bearing leaves and flowers, it’s not a dandelion but more likely a yellow daisy. Now, a dandelion, in good years, can have more than one bare stalk rising out of the central crown to flower, so don’t worry if you see this. One is common, but two or three is not unlikely. You’ll see this after grass fires too. Dandelions are some of the first plants to come back.” Tamar said.
They paused then, dismounting their striders, and walked over to examine what Tamar had been talking about. Evidently the herbalist had spotted what she was looking for. “Here, this is one too. See the sphere of plummed seeds? That’s a mature flower that’s been fertilized by the bees and insects, and its ready to launch its children off on adventures of their own.” Tamar said, plucking the plummed seed head and blowing on it, casting the dandelions to the wind. She smiled, handed one to Kavala, who did the same thing, then went on to talk about leaves.
“Dandelion leaves are lance-shaped and long, having lobes that are serrated, unevenly pointed. They are pliable and three to twelve inches long… half an inch to two and a half inches wide. The leaves must be smooth, Kavala. There are a great many ‘copycat’ dandelion wannabes that are hairy. Don’t be fooled. Harvest only the smooth leaved plants. If they are hairy, warty, or prickly, then leave them..” Tamar said, smiling.
Bending at a grouping of Dandelions, she used a forked knife that she wore at her belt to dig up the plant all in one motion, pulling it from the ground. She handed it to Kavala and continued the lecture. “When you harvest, thank the gods, Kavala. For it is because of plants we live… even if we eat meat, that which we eat lives because they eat the plants. If you are just harvesting a few leaves, take one from one plant, another from another plant, like a grazer would, so that all the plants you harvest from live and can grow another leaf to replace the one you’ve taken. If you need to harvest the whole plant, like we do here, then feel free to do so, but do not harvest all plants in a group, move on and take a plant here, one a quarter mile there, etc. It takes longer, but it keeps the Sea of Grass productive.” Tamar said.
Kavala nodded, glancing around, plotting how she would harvest if it came to that.
Meanwhile Tamar continued the lecture. “Now you’ll find Dandelion root to be thick and brittle, having thing beige skin and when broken it bleeds a milky-white sap. The flesh inside is white as well. The sap gets sweeter, believe it or not, in the spring. All parts of the Dandelion plant, when broken or wounded, will bleed this sap, Kavala.” Tamar added.
“Once we’ve found them, harvest the whole plant, including the root, leaves, buds, blossoms, and seed heads if they have them. If a piece of the root breaks off in the ground, that’s fine, because it will grow a new plant! Once you harvest, offer a prayer of thanks to Caiyha and then give something of yourself, Kavala, in exchange. I like drops of blood, strands of hair, a song, even a poem. Anything that has meaning the Goddess will enjoy. I harvest those dozens at a time and once I’ve gotten enough, I ride back to camp.” Tamar said, and in saying so the girls did just that.
Kavala snapping back to the present, realized she and Kiri had all the plots turned and Kiri was leaning on her fork looking a bit puzzled at Kavala. “Got things on your mind?” She asked. Kavala smiled. “I was just thinking about the past. When I live don the Sea of Grass we never got to garden. We could only gather what we found. Doing this reminds me of my dead sister-in-law who was a wonderful herbalist. I was just thinking about the time we made my first Dandelion tincture and how we had to go gather the dandelions. Now I can grow whatever I want too without searching. It’s an unusual feeling.” Kavala said.
Kiri nodded. “I imagine life here in Riverfall is vastly different than life on the Sea of Grass was. It’s better, in a way, Kavala. Trust me. I love living in Riverfall among these people. These are some of the best men around.” Kavala nodded. She new it, but it was hard to remember at times especially when one was bound to them with debt.
“So what’s next?” She asked, laughing and getting back into the swing of things.