earth-daughter know however far you may roam
you can draw strength from the Mother
I am your shelter, your home
and when you are weary and long for sorrow's release remember...
hold me close, rest in my arms
I am your refuge, your peace
spring sure is fickle!
we had a hard frost last night, so i carried all the pots in, and covered tender plants, and then harvested my blooming poppies. I didn't want to lose them.
I've tinctured up two quarts, and will dry some. Going to make an ointment with the roots, which are topically anti microbial.
I've rubbed my cold feet with a warming oil of cayenne, ginger and mustard *tingle*
and will be off on my way soon, hopefully not TOO cold!