the kitchen sink

the end of summer is drying in the window.

this weekend i tinctured lemon balm and peppermint from the garden, and washed the floors with lemongrass oil.  we sleep with the windows open now, and wear jackets in the cool night.

change: my favorite season.

i've bundled and hung some herbs from the garden before they bolt; they sense the cold and turn to seed.  that dried lemon balm will be crucial to surviving the damp of winter.  also put up twenty-five pounds of tomatoes, a couple pounds of kale, and, of course, bourbon peach jam...

i've neglected to post about some important herbal activities of the summer, including befriending some ferns in the mountains, sewing my heavy nettle patch onto a cardigan with gold thread, and a visit from LIGHTNING PAW herself.  !!

fresh air all around now.  i'm here, writing love poems about herbs ("i want you to make me goldenrod tea/ and hang bundles above my bed"), listening to cat power, and watching cat gifs.  come visit; we've got a walnut tree in the back and sunflowers in the front and plenty of space for sound sleeping.

xoxo