From the Introductions Gentle Reader, you hold in your hands a humble volume about plants common yet often unknown, wisdom that has been handed down across countless generations, but is always halfway hidden in shadow, about a world that is only steps from most of our front doors and yet rests in the liminal spaces so easy to miss. Weeds, wayside plants, and old wives figure largely here, for we are greatly in need of their wisdom. There is much to be learned from wanderers' tales in a time where we increasingly lock ourselves away in isolated towers and neglect the knowledge of ancestor, land, and spirit. But some weedwives still gather Nettle by the dooryard and sow Nightshade in the back garden. By the turning of the moon, they harvest and plant, garble and weave, tincture and infuse. This book is a love letter to the Hedgewise, those folk who hold simple dirt and deep roots in one hand and the mysteries of the dreaming in the other. I wrote these words for all you witches at the ed