Sorcyism on: The power of plants, or: Are you a true herb lover?
It was a lovely day, and though it looked rather cold when I left the house for a bit of grocery shopping the sweater I wore quickly became a very bad idea.
Rushing along home, I plotted my small St. Johns Wort bed and what I would do with the first few flowers. Infuse some in olive oil? Castor oil?? Alcohol??? There were so few, and my need for all three were so big.
Driving deep in thought, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something I never noticed before in this area. A little pathway off the country road, with a sign 'water access for small boats'.
Always a sucker for new possible harvesting grounds off the trodden path, I stopped to investigate, and after a few bends and turns into lovely wilderness, stood speechless in front of a whole field of SJW in full bloom.
Groceries forgotten, I raced back to the car to find something, ANYthing to hold this bounty. Normally, during full harvesting season, the car won't leave the grounds without being stacked with linen bags, several harvesting baskets, and all the tools one could possibly want if one, say, accidentally ran into a field of herbs worth a small fortune.
As harvesting season is at its very beginning, needless to say, the car did not render ANYthing worth using. I used my hands, stuffed the front of my sweater (now undoubtedly permanently stained purple), deliriously wondering if I could dare take my pants off to use the legs, when a kind soul taking a walk by the creek took pity on me and handed over a plastic bag. URGH. Plastic! JOY, another pound worth of space.
Of course I took it, and stuffed it full. Then broke every speed limit in the book to get them home as fast as I could. By this time, parched, soaking wet from running around in the sun, and very, very badly needing to pee, priorities were an issue.
Regardless, before taking off the sweater, heading to the bathroom, or even putting my half melted butter into the fridge, out came the giant wooden plates, and OFF came the plastic bag (I had it stuffed so full I had to cut it open), spilling armfuls of bright flowers onto every surface.
Sighing happily, they took a giant breath and fluffed up again. I raced out to the car again to get the big armful of whole plants which had decided they wanted to come home with me (uprooted at the slightest touch), to put the whole bundle into the shade at least.
Then I threw off the sweater, took a deep drink of cold water, and promptly peed my pants.
All in all, I think I passed the test of having my priorities straight :) It was worth it.
Happy harvesting season, may all your days bring a surprise from Mother Earth.
Green Blessings, and much love
Sorcy, smiling smugly