Fire Cider!

As I prepare my seasonal fire cider, I’m reminiscent of the growing season. Sowing seeds, hands dirty in the cool soil, harvesting, warming sunrays on my face, the smell of the herbs as I brush by, experiencing the “wild LIFE” that exists, seen or unseen, flying, nesting, foraging, hunting or sipping nectar from flowers. I have always enjoyed being to be able to create nourishing products for my family, friends, and community. It takes practice, time, and presence to grow the plants that are nutritious and taste good. It takes a conscious mind to embrace plant spirit.

Fire Cider is a traditional remedy made by infusing apple cider vinegar with a blend of warming roots and herbs, then sweetened with honey. It can be taken when you are feeling symptoms of colds, congestion, or overall sinus issues. Small amounts taken may support your digestive and circulatory systems. It can also be considered a type of oxymel, which is a vinegar herbal infusion beverage, sweetened with honey. You can also use it as a delicious, warming salad dressing by mixing with olive oil.

This recipe has been adapted from the many fire cider recipes throughout history and our experience here at Heartwood Forest Farm.

INGREDIENTS raw apple cider vinegar 1 part onion 1/2 part garlic 1/2 part horseradish root 1/2 part ginger 1/4 part cayenne additional herbs of your choice (I like rosemary, sage and thyme) local honey to taste Parts can be more or less. Organic when possible!

DIRECTIONS 1. Finely chop all roots and place in glass jar. A mason jar works well, any size (use proportions to jar) 2. Chop herbs of your choice. These can be leaves or berries with the properties or flavors you would like to add to your finished fire cider 3. Add raw apple cider vinegar, enough to cover everything and top with a lid 4. Allow to infuse 4-6 weeks, turning daily and admiring, while sharing your positive energy 5. Strain, add your desired amount of honey, store in the refrigerator or cool place

Monographs for our Fire Cider Ingredients: A Condensed Version

Organic Apple Cider Vinegar (ACV)

Anti-bacterial, probiotic, considered a food, 5% acidity

Onion Allium cepa Family: Amaryllidaceae

Energetics: warming & drying

Circulatory stimulant

Contains quercetin, a flavonoid with antioxidant, anti-inflammatory and antihistamine properties.

Garlic Allium sativum Family: Amaryllidaceae

Energetics: warming & drying

Circulatory stimulant

Antimicrobial

Horseradish Amoracia rusticana Family: Brassicacea

Energetics: warming & drying

Stimulant, expectorant, diaphoretic, diuretic

Antibacterial, anti-inflammatory

Ginger Zingiber officinale Family: Zingiberaceae

Energetics: FRESH hot & drying DRIED warming & drying

Circulatory stimulant and relieves congestion.

Antimicrobial

Cayenne Capsicum annuum Family: Solanaceae

Energetics: very warming & drying

Circulatory stimulant, expectorant, aids in digestion

Rosemary Salvia Rosmarinus Family: Lamiaceae

Energetics: warming & drying

Circulatory stimulant

Antioxidant

Sage Salvia officinalis Family: Lamiaceae

Energetics: warming & drying

Circulatory stimulant

Astringent, antimicrobial

Thyme Thymus vulgaris Family: Lamiaceae

Energetics: hot & dry

Circulatory stimulant

Antimicrobial

Raw Honey-LOCAL ONLY!

Natural sweetener

Antibacterial, antimicrobial, antioxidant, anti-inflammatory

Supports the energetic function of the stomach and lungs.

Contains pollen and nectar as well as spirit magic from local plants.

Did you come to a conclusion about the energetics of the plants? Be sure to consider your energetics. Fire Cider is a perfect remedy when you begin to feel cold and damp. This is something every home should have in the refrigerator like any other condiment!

Enjoy this book for more ideas! Fire Cider!: 101 Zesty Recipes for Health-Boosting Remedies Made with Apple Cider Vinegar by Rosemary Gladstar where many other herbalists share their recipes and you can learn about their fight to save the term Fire Cider from trademark.

Eggs in Two Baskets (or maybe bowls)

I don’t think I have ever put all of my eggs in one basket. My life seems to have always walked a line between two “things”. Sometimes I found myself juggling between more than two. I learned how to do this after my third child was born. How do you hold three kids with two arms? Balance.

Maybe I just get bored with one basket. The garden could be considered one basket. I’m never bored there. The garden is full of life with so much activity, offering many different experiences. I learned early on in my horticulture education that I had no desire to grow 5 acres of one type of bedding plant, and when cannabis was legalized, I considered that, but was reminded of what life would be growing a mono crop in a building full of imitated sunlight. I have floated between full and part time off farm jobs while farming over the past 20 years. I have always lived on the county line.

There seems to be an unseen space between the multiple baskets that I hold along the different paths I walk through my life. For example, am I holding a farmer or a gardener basket? I guess that depends on the definition of each, but really, the only difference is the amount of what I am growing. My business is the farm, growing in large quantities for sale. When I am working around the apothecary, I am gardening and landscaping.

I float from one side to the other, between the opposites, always feeling in a transitional state.

farmer gardener

landscaper row cropping

food plants ornamental plants

culinary medicinal

science art

woman girl

plant animal

self-care care giver

grower formulator

masculine feminine

physical spiritual

light dark

water sand

sun shade

warm cold

Can you relate? What kind of baskets do you carry?

Beecoming

Honeybee 'Apis mellifera' on annual rudbeckia

Years ago, my daughter and I were driving out to Benzonia to the Gwen Frostic studio early one spring. We were almost there, when I saw a sign hanging from a post that said “Beedazzled”.

“Ooooh, Beedazzled, I love that. We’re stopping there on our way back.” I told my daughter. And we did.

Honeybees on flowering thyme

As we walked through the garden to the rustic, two story wood sided building, my daughter said “this reminds me of your garden mom.” She was referring to the garden at the farm I had to sell a few years back. The garden beds were filled with herbs and flowers, some just emerging, some at their highlight. Small leaves, large leaves, shiny leaves, and fuzzy leaves. Mounding and creeping plants were planted in garden beds with wooden borders. So many shades of greens and grays. We stood for a few minutes admiring its beauty. I opened the front door to the store and just as I stepped inside, my body froze. I just stood there, grounded. A warm glow filled the room along with aromas of honey and vanilla. To the left, a wall was filled with hand crafted soaps. Beeswax candles and honey lined the shelves closest in front of me.

A woman greeted me with a smile. She was about my age, long brown/gray hair, bright blue eyes. During our conversation she brought up that she was going to be offering a beekeeping apprenticeship for women. I don’t recall the details of the conversation, but I do remember she kept repeating that this wasn’t like a traditional bee keeping class. It was the Mellisae Sacred Art of beekeeping for women only. I felt that at that moment I wanted to be here, at this place. I wanted to learn with other women. I didn’t realize how much that summer would impact my life. At the time, I didn’t live on the property I currently farm at. We were in the process of starting to build our house. I lived a couple hours away, but that didn’t matter. I camped on my property every other Sunday night and would attend the Beekeepress Apprenticeship on Monday from May to October that year.

Her name is Sharon, and she is the Bee Priestess. There were several women in the group, one woman served as an assistant to Sharon. When you learn more about the role of the bees in the hive, Sharon is the queen, she had an attendant, and the rest of us were worker bees, or as we called each other, bee sisters. If we had a male partner in our lives, they were called drones. I was given a drum on the first class. The drum later served as the sound and songs of bees.

Highlights of that summer

Stepping out of my comfort zone. I haven’t done this for quite a few years, and it was time for a little me time.

Camping alone in the woods the Sunday before classes in a little rustic 10 x 14 cabin by myself. The peace that came with the forest and clear, dark, star filled sky. I would wake up in the morning and attempt to heat up some water to make some coffee to drink on my 40 minute morning drive to Sharon’s. Not being much of a morning person, and not able to wake up by taking a shower, I always showed up in somewhat of a weird, sleepless, disoriented way.

Learning all about the bees and their magic during the morning class sessions while the sun beamed through the windows into the room where we all sat on the floor with our lessons spread out in front of us.

Walking from the house to the bee yard through the woods. The path was lightly worn and bordered by moss, until we came to a wooden fence, then we would crouch below a wire of an electric fence where the ground turned muddy and was full of horse hoof prints. The walk was full of songs. I loved this, because I didn’t grow up singing these lovely folk songs, and to this day, listening to folk songs brightens my mood.

Working on our hives in the beeyard

Spending the second half of class in the bee yard. We would first sit under an apple tree, grounding ourselves and setting our intentions. The first day I will never forget how Sharon put honey on our fingers and instructed us to go to our hive, place our finger at the entrance, to invite bees onto our bare hands, allowing them to crawl and eat as long as they wanted to hang out. A gentle approach to a gentle creature

The potluck meals and herbal teas with my bee sisters, getting to know all of them.

Drum lessons and songs.

The two hour drive home with the feeling of a full heart and soul.

Dreaming of bees and anticipating the next class.

When asked during one of the classes we were asked, “What brought you to the bees?” There were many different reasons given by others. When it was my turn, I didn’t really know, then all of a sudden, I said, “It was the plants! I am always working with and looking at plants. The bees were always there, but I didn’t take as much notice of them as I did the plants.” I do feel that the plants and bees were always trying to present themselves and it took me awhile to really see them, in a new way. In a way that they needed each other. I wasn’t just reading about their relationship, I felt that I was part of their experience. It’s hard now not to feel a part of them.

The veil, it’s meaning, and connecting during a time when the veil is thin, trusting my spirit.

The magic of mother nature. I am always honored to be part of her.

The processes and products. Those by the bees and those by us humans. What it really takes to end up with a beeswax candle, or a jar of honey, propolis tincture, and the taste of pollen and royal jelly.

The range of colors of honey is determined by the plants that the bees collect nectar from.

Graduation. A gathering with another Beekeepress Apprenticeship from Mid-Michigan, previous graduates, the procession, wearing our veils and crowns, the messages received from our mentors. The celebration and ceremony.

Learning from Sharon, a woman’s way to connect with the bees.