If you love hands that refuse gloves then you'll love these. Aren't they magic? They are attached to the life-giving arms of the garden doula herself...the woman who shapes landscapes into sacred places rich with indiginous plants, herbs and trees.
Butternut trees. Sweetflag. Pearly everlasting. White sage. Crowberry. Teaberry.
Out of plain grass she will draft and create landscape tapestries the Mi'kmaq would recognize. Ripe with huckleberries, blueberries, gooseberries and currants. Medicines and herbs will form from divine cultivations. Pathways will lead through to a birchwood grove.
And how appropriate...a gift from Mother Earth to the doula- a most exquisite pheasant feather, a symbol of resourcefulness and prosperity for the one who brings the land just that.