It’s that time of year.
When the wind shifts, and the skies clear, and the air warms, and the birds sing and… the cedar trees reduce us all to coughing, aching, eye-watering, sniveling wretches.
Out come the steaming bowls of thyme.
And again, I daydream about the granny I’ll become one day. The sort with an ever-green garden of magical healing things.
And… well, that’s all I’ve managed to grow thus far.
But that’s cool. I’ve got some time until I’m a granny. I’ve got some time to figure out how to grow all the things that nourish and heal.
For now, thyme, lavender, honeysuckle and… Nyquil.
An original drawing by Stefani Austin, available as a print here.