A few days ago I felt cooped up after being inside for far too long and went for a walk with my partner. The sun was setting; the air was still. It was THE antidote I needed. We found an abandoned lot and wandered in, drawn to the green space, and found burdock flourishing around the perimeter. Burdock is easy to identify right now by its big leaves, the dried stalks with last year's burrs, and the distinctive burdock-y smell of the roots. It's such a thrill that week by week more medicines and food are popping up in unnoticed places. I ran back to the building and dug out shovels and a bucket, ready to receive what I had found. I soaked the roots to make cleaning them easier (learned that from the herbalist I work for), chopped them, and spread them out over my newly constructed drying rack. I have more than enough burdock to make the tincture I had already planned on to help some family members who have psoriasis. And some bitters. And more roots beer tea.