a day in the life of a latvian mom

I’ve written about coltsfoot so many springs now. About waiting for them, about picking them, about drying them carefully for tea. It has become something like a rhythm — not a strict ritual, but a familiar return.

2017: https://latvianmom.com/2017/04/21/coltsfoot-is-blooming/
2018: https://latvianmom.com/2018/04/25/coltsfoot-finally/
2025: https://latvianmom.com/2025/04/02/coltsfoot-the-hidden-guardian-of-spring/

But this year feels… different.

I have changed. And somehow, I feel like I need more than tea — something for the soul.

I didn’t go out with a plan. No basket, no thought of jars or drying racks. I only picked a few flowers, just enough to hold in one hand. And all that — only a few steps away from my living room.

I placed them between two pieces of cardboard and slid them under a pile of heavy books. I don’t really have a plan for them, but I know I wanted to preserve this moment.

Just a small piece of this moment.

Maybe that’s what I needed this spring.

Ilze