What is a life worth?

On mothering our children and the land.

It’s 4am on a Sunday morning. I have been awake for an hour, and I have enough experience of this now to know I can’t fight it. So here I sit in my dark-dappled kitchen, cup of fennel tea on my right, phone and Braiding Sweetgrass on my left. I light a candle; I have been lighting a lot of candles lately, a way, perhaps, of bringing some light into the darkness that is spreading across the planet, a vigil for hope. With that tender flame flickering, I am ready to spin a web of thoughts into some kind of coherence.

In my last post, Moving Between Worlds, I found myself in freefall, words I had not intended to write spilling onto the page. And so it is again. In the context of the wider world, there is escalating loss and death, and although it is far removed from me in terms of geography, as a mother and a human being, I still feel the weight and grief of it.

In recent weeks, death moved a little closer, creeping into the periphery of my family. Those deaths are not my story to tell, and all I can do is support those dear to me as they succumb to the inevitable flow of mourning and grief. It is painful to watch people you love suffer, knowing there is nothing you can do to ease it. Grief, I have learned, is a kind of suffering, and we feel grief for all kinds of reasons, not just the loss of loved ones.

Yesterday, my son left for work in the morning as normal. Five minutes later, his car skidded on a patch of mud, or water, on the narrow country lane where I regularly walk on my daily wanderings. He turned towards the hedge in an attempt to avoid the mother driving towards him with her two young children in the back. His tyre gouged into the embankment as the car came to a stop, resting precariously on just two wheels, and then, slowly, it toppled onto its roof.

He did not hit the car with the mother and the children in it. They did not have to manoeuvre to safety. My son is alive and well, if a little traumatised. When I saw the car later, resting partly on its roof, partly on its windscreen, I wondered how anyone in the front seat could have escaped unscathed.

That road is quiet, which is one of the reasons I like to walk there. It is narrow and hilly, the hedges rising from steep embankments on either side with no hard shoulder; if you meet a tractor, there are few passing places, all of which means not many drivers choose to travel that way. And yet there were a surprising number of witnesses to the accident who said my son was driving safely at a reasonable speed. One woman said he regularly passes her on the road and always drives safely and slowly. Young men have a reputation in Ireland for reckless driving, so although I trust my son, it was reassuring to hear this from the mouths of strangers.

It is not the first time that my son has confronted his own mortality. He was born with Hirschsprung’s Disease, a condition which required several surgeries and made him very sick as a baby and young child. I remember the shock when, at a follow up consultation some years after his recovery, one of his doctors said there was a time during his treatment when they had done all they could for him, and didn’t know if he would make it. During that awful first eighteen months of his life, when he and I had practically lived in the hospital, I had never considered the possibility that his doctors would fail to fix him. I had trusted and believed.

When I bought my car in the late summer of 2016, I never imagined it might, one day in the future, endanger my son’s life, and yet, at the same time, it also saved him. Its strong shell took the damage, keeping his soft human one unharmed. Once the shock subsided, I let the gratitude in, and it felt cleansing and joyful.

I feel for all the mothers in the Ukraine, in Palestine and Israel, and in all the other parts of the world where there is conflict; they are all human, doing their best to keep their children alive, just like you and me. I’m sure all they want is peace for their children to grow up in safely, just like the peace in which I am privileged to rear mine.

Remember to hold your loved ones close and tell them, or show them, every day how much you love them. Because you can’t predict the unexpected.

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Winter is coming!

A line I will forever associate with A Game of Thrones! But every year, it happens IRL. We’re rapidly coming into November, a time when I am normally filled with dread for what is to come during the cold, dark months. In fact, I started H A G last November, at a time when I was really struggling, both with peri-menopause and the onset of winter.

My year with the Cailleach has been significant in many ways, notably in bringing me closer to the land and nature, but also, it has been monumentally instrumental in developing an acceptance of winter. It might seem sad and pathetic to some, but fear of winter is real; it’s called Seasonal Affective Disorder, and it affects up to 3% of the general population. ¹

If you haven’t already, you can read about my learning to accept winter experience here:

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An elder woman and her foraged elderberries

You may remember back in H A G-Wise 3 that I collected some elderberries, but as there is only one elder tree in my local area, I only managed to obtain a couple of handfuls of berries. I would have liked to make an elderberry syrup, as it’s meant to be very healing for winter coughs and colds, but I didn’t have enough. So I decided to make elderberry gin. I chucked the berries in a jar of gin with a squeeze of lemon and a slice of lemon peel and left it to infuse.

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A handful of elderberries about to be added to my gin © Ali Isaac

Elderberries chillin’ with a dram or two of gin © Ali Isaac

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After about 4 weeks, I removed the rind and berries, keeping the berries to add to gravy for our next roast dinner. I made a (not very) sweet sugar solution ( I actually used golden erythritol, as it’s kind to teeth) by heating two tablespoons of erythritol with 200mls of water. When it was dissolved, I allowed it to cool, then added it to the elderberry gin, one spoonful at a time, tasting after each addition. I added 5 tablespoons… I don’t like sweet drinks, and this just took off the tart edge the berries added. I drank it as I normally do, with ice and slimline tonic.

So… what was it like? It had a lovely floral scent, and added depth to the botanical flavour of the gin, and the colour was amazing. All in all, it was a very enjoyable, refreshing drink. I’m saving the rest for when I meet up with my friend, Jenni. I would definitely make it again, and am now thinking of adding elder trees to my garden.

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Slainte! I’m hoping this works like a tincture and provides some medicinal value too! © Ali Isaac

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Root and branch

A few weeks ago, I took a branch from one of my Guelder Rose bushes to display in my kitchen in a red vase, because it had such gorgeous clusters of red berries on it. When the leaves started to fall, I though it was ready for composting. However, when I lifted it from the vase, I found the branch had sprouted roots! This plant really wanted to live!

It had given me weeks of beauty and pleasure by decorating my home, now it was my turn to give it the new lease of life it deserved. I thought about Robin Wall Kimmerer’s theory of reciprocity, and found it a place to live in my garden. I hope it takes root and thrives.

The guelder rose branch, still clinging to its gorgeous red berry clusters, now a little worse for wear, with a cluster of white rootlets growing from its lower stem © Ali Isaac

A closer look at the roots… isn’t nature amazing! © Ali Isaac

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Going bonkers over conkers

It’s the season for them, they litter the ground on one section of my local 5k walk, and children don’t seem to play with them like we all used to when I was a kid. I love them, they’re so shiny and tactile. What a waste of nature’s bounty, I thought. And then immediately and quite by chance came across a reel on Instagram in which a woman made washing detergent from conkers to clean her clothes. I was astonished, because my usual eco washing powder is getting harder to find round here, and it’s quite expensive. Carys goes through a lot of outfit changes, and the boys work out every day, so I do a LOT of washing.

I googled and found a lot of people are doing this, who knew? But their methods usually involved smashing the conkers with hammers, roasting the crushed conkers in the oven for three or so hours, and not being able to use them on lighter-coloured washing or whites because of staining caused by the brown outer skin of the nut itself. Too fiddly and time consuming to make, I thought, and not efficient enough for me.

Here is the reel I saw on Insta, produced by Nancy Birtwhistle, who is also author of a book called Clean and Green: 101 hints and tips for a more eco-friendly home. I followed Nancy’s process, which is much simpler. But does it really work? I was hopeful, but not convinced.

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This is how I made my conker detergent; 10 conkers should be enough to make a litre of laundry detergent, but my conkers were on the small side, so I added less water. Also, after it is made, keep it in the fridge. You can collect conkers and store them in the freezer; this also makes it easy to peel off the brown skin.

First, I froze the conkers overnight; this is a really important part of the process. Once thawed, I chopped the conkers and was able to peel off the brown skin, leaving just the white flesh © Ali Isaac

You can see the white flesh of the conker with skin removed in this image; it looks a lot like a clove of garlic © Ali Isaac

The chopped up conkers are now ready to be steeped in boiling water © Ali Isaac

The conkers steeping in the boiling water. I left them till the water went cool © Ali Isaac

I strained the cooled liquid into a jar, then added a little more boiling water to the softened conkers, blended them into a puree, then added that to the jar of liquid. You can see suds forming in the jug © Ali Isaac

The finished product. I added a few drops of pink grapefruit essential oil for scent © Ali Isaac

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You don’t have to add any essential oils; the liquid smelled a bit like canned peas to me, but it was faint, and I don’t think the clothes would have come out of the wash smelling of peas. I wanted a little bit of scent though, so I added a few drops of essential oil. You will need a sharp knife, so please be careful if you try this. Also, be aware that conkers are poisonous to dogs and cats, and they are very mildly toxic to humans too, possibly causing stomach ache if ingested, so I wouldn’t advise this as an activity to do with children, although collecting the conkers on an autumn walk would be a lovely thing to do together.

But does it work?

YES!

I washed all our clothes for a week before my detergent ran out. I washed Carys’s school uniforms with all their spills and dribble, her sleeping bag which her nappy had leaked on overnight, the boys’ sweaty gym kits, towels, and mine and Conor’s clothes. Everything came out clean and smelling fresh. One thing I particularly noticed was how soft the clothes were, and that is without fabric softener or any other additives.

How does it work? In a similar way to soap nuts (please think twice about using soap nuts, bulk harvesting for western markets has made them unavailable or too expensive for local people to use in the countries where they come from, such as India and Nepal, never mind the air miles); conkers contain saponins, which are “naturally occurring compounds… widely distributed in all cells of legume plants. Saponins… derive their name from their ability to form stable, soaplike foams in aqueous solutions”. ² Apparently, you can wash your skin and hair with it too. I didn’t try this, but it worked really well on cleaning my work surfaces when I accidentally spilled some.

I did not see any actual soap suds in my washing machine, but my washing looked and smelled clean, and that’s good enough for me. From my early years of making laundry washing agents, I realise that prolonged use of soap based cleaners can eventually lead to a build up of scum in the water which gets deposited back on clothes, dulling their colour or whiteness. I would rather put up with this than use optical whiteners, to be honest; I also think it is not as big a deal as manufacturers of standard (that is chemical) products would like us to believe. You can add a cup of bicarbonate of soda to your wash if you are concerned, and white vinegar added to the rinse cycle will soften and deal with any remaining bacteria, moulds, or smells, if you find you have any.

A gift of conkers freely given, so easily transformed into something useful to humans, and kind to the land, to the water, to all the creatures which inhabit both; what’s not to love? That is Kimmerer’s reciprocity, right there.

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I don’t know if any of you have ever looked that closely at a horse chestnut (AKA conker) blossom before; they come in a towering cone shape, but this is a close-up of one of the flowers within that cone… isn’t it gorgeous? They are heavily scented, too © Ali Isaac

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My friend Jenni Maguire is featured on This Old Tree Podcast

Finally, I’ve been saving the best till last! I have mentioned my friend Jenni many, many times since I first started blogging back in 2012. Jenni was (is) an amazing artist who has re-invented herself more times than Madonna, I think! I am always in awe of her knowledge and skills, and she inspires me daily. Jenni is particularly knowledgeable on lichens, and as she began moving into her H A G years, she re-trained as a park ranger. She currently works as Head Guide at Coole Park, County Galway, home of the famous Irish dramatist, folklorist, writer and theatre manager, Lady Gregory. Recently, Jenni was interviewed for This Old Tree podcast by Doug Still, a consulting arborist and urban forester. You can listen here:

Please do listen in; this episode is called The Autograph Tree, and it has a lovely history. Also, Jenni is brilliant. Enjoy!

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An unusually warm sunny autumn day last week in the lanes around my house © Ali Isaac

1. National Library of Medicine.

2. John Shi, Konesh Arunasalam, David Yeung, Yukio Kakuda, Gauri Mittal, Yueming Jiang, “Saponins from edible legumes: chemistry, processing, and health benefits”, J Med Food, 2004 Spring;7(1):67-78. doi: 10.1089/109662004322984734.