Witch Hazel
At a time when none of autumn’s brightness remains, I’m loving our witch hazel. Although it’s only a common hamamelis virgininiana, this five foot shrub has history for me. The haunting, pure fragrance, unlike any other, has meant late autumn for me since I used to be cheered by the one growing at my childhood woodland home. Much later, when we lived at Foley Mountain I was pleased to find witch hazel sprouts listed in the catalog of a native …