I have long struggled to grow thyme (Thymus vulgaris) in my herb garden, but now I know the answer. The trick is to start in some tough dry mountains that swing from baking heat to bitter cold, erode your land with huge scale sluice mining right down to lifeless rock scree, infest it chronically with rabbits and leave it be for a century. This is the setting for some stunning expanses of introduced wild thyme in New Zealand’s Central Otago.
I also now know how beekeepers here can honestly claim to be producing reliably monofloral thyme honeys – wonderfully rich with strong, mineral and herby bitter flavours. It is the recently visited Bannockburn Sluicings I have most in mind; a historic site preserving the remains of 19th Century hydraulic sluice mining for gold, where water was used to intentionally erode an entire mountainside away. Here the thyme is practically a monoculture and is similarly prolific in other areas across much of Central Otago where little else will grow or survive the rabbits as well.
It is a peculiar landscape of peculiar scale. You may look at the big view and struggle to imagine the former landscape where clifftops mark an original level over crinkled badlands surfaces that were tens of metres underground only 150 years ago, reminiscent of the mesas and buttes of an American western. Then at the macro scale, the gnarled tough trunks of these hardy survivors look most of all to me like a miniaturised southern Australian desert scrubland – mulga (Acacia aneura) shrunken to a 1:100 scale.
So I tip prune off a modest crop, reminded by the pea sized mulch of droppings left across the land that I might get out hunting and be up for a rabbit stew. A taste test on a batch of breakfast hashed potatoes is delicious, strong and earthy; resisting the temptation to overuse some of the abundance of it proves wise, with just a small pinch giving a wonderful lift. It then sprinkles on some roasting pumpkin destined for soup and similarly gives a subtle herby lift. I leave stunned by how I have managed to hitherto not realise how good this wild herb is; and by how ridiculously abundant it is.
Here is an Irish song called Wild Mountain Thyme
Another yummy post. Thank you.
I walked through a part of the Rioja, in Spain, which has some resemblance to the above. Thyme was just one of the herbs growing wild and, as harsh as it was, I loved the place. If I try neglect-growing any of this stuff in my counter-Mediterranean part of Oz, with its humidity and acid soils, it just keels over – except rosemary, which loves it here.
Lovely! I spent a few weeks in Alexandra picking cherries – we lived in our van and used to go to the river after work to have a quick COLD swim and cool our beer, but the wild thyme was a highlight! I made a pork thyme pot roast on a base of apple and onion simmered in rose that my husband loved so much he told me if we had guests he wouldn’t be able to share it! The thyme was so amazingly pungent and plentiful. The hillsides reminded me of pictures I’ve seen of mountainous regions in Afghanistan. How fast is that river! The most amazing blue green icy colour too…So glad someone else noticed the thyme…