I loved reading about your desire for rest and slow mornings on my last post. I have been spending a lot of time on Instagram in recent years and gosh everyone feels so young over there. There can be a bit of a disconnect with my seasoned, mellowed ways and the young vibrant energy found there. Hello to all you 50+ ladies. We’re still here!
Unfortunately, the day was a collection of bad news after bad news. By early afternoon I knew sunshine on skin was the best remedy at my disposal, so I dug some russets. Careful, slow, steady. I did pierce one perfect baker, which I took inside to cook with a piece of salmon. More vitamin D. Butter, fresh chives. Now that’s a nice lunch. Feeling better, I set out to organize my herb cabinet and get it all set for winter. There’s something about washing down all the jars, checking quality, and making note of what needs replenishing. I looked over our remedies and was pleased to find a full quart of St. John’s Wort tincture I’d made a few years back. These days, I’m the one who preaches you probably don’t need to make a whole quart of tincture for family use, but this was made before I wised up. I’d been sharing with a friend that we didn’t seem to have a single blossom of St. John’s Wort growing this year, and I was bummed as it was high on my list to replenish. So I really did strike gold. Mostly I’m a tea person whenever possible, but the shelf life of tinctures is hard to beat. I’m grateful to be reminded yet again of their value, and working in the herb cabinet, preceded by a good dose of sunshine, lifted my spirits considerably.
Night came early, as it does in late September, and I capped the day with a magnesium rich brew of cacao tea. Let’s try again tomorrow.