Yew and the Price Paid

Wild wisdom of knowledge and transcendence.

Dear Hearts

I went to meet an old friend. When I say old, I mean old, way, way, older than me. I am just the blink of an eye. Yew, an old friend next to a church, atop a barrow overlooking a tiny thatched roofed pub.

Yew at Saint Bertolines, Barthomley, Cheshire, England. AC Vesty

I’d gone to pick the berries, scarlet bright at this time of year. Elder bir…