From a tender age, I was immersed in the enchanting world of foraging and herbal lore, a tradition cherished in many Russian families. My grandmother, a woman in her 80s with a heart full of wisdom, embodied the essence of the nurturing babushka . She would lead me on long walks through the fields, where we’d gather various plant parts, roots and all. With each find, she’d share tales of their uses, transforming our excursions into magical lessons in nature’s pharmacy.

Our bond was special, a testament to the strong connections often found in Russian families, where generations live together and share life’s rhythms. Summers were particularly enchanting; while my parents worked, I had the privilege of staying with my grandmother. This arrangement allowed us to delve deeper into our shared passions, including the art of crafting lotions and potions by infusing plant roots in spirits—a practice that felt nothing short of alchemy. These concoctions weren’t just experiments; they were remedies we used to ward off various ailments, echoing the time-honored traditions of Russian folk medicine .

This early exposure to nature’s wonders and the wisdom passed down through generations not only fostered a deep appreciation for the natural world but also a sense of continuity and belonging. It’s a heritage I carry with me, always ready to share the magic of foraging and the healing touch of a well-brewed infusion.