Wednesday, November 13, 2019

a woolen sweater and lemon verbena

A cold morning, hence the woolen sweater, and my past week's herb harvestings deemed a morning's sweet chare of stripping the dried crunchy, fragrant leaves from the  lemon verbena's woody stems. 
I will jar up these pungent leaves and use them in teas and potpourri. 

once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...