Recipes, Herbal Spotlights, Poetry & Seasonal Rituals
Summer Herbal Iced Tea
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
~ Pat Schneider
“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up.
“Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?
Murphy shook her head. “Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years' worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach Earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.” ✨
– Frances O’Roark Dowell
