Mint leaves.
Dandelion roots.
Lemongrass.
Are these the right type of daisies for chamomile? The leaves looked right...I'm sure gramps left a book around here somewhere with drawings to be sure. I should organize the garden better next spring. Carve labels into something maybe? Color coded stepping stones? No, I'd have to label, not enough colors when a crop rotation is considered. Or a list somewhere that works with the almanac and - ....
...
Will I be here that long? Do I want to be here that long? Where...who -
Stop.
There's work here. I need to head to town for supplies. Not many months from winter. I can't pluck nails from the trees. Sell, bargain, barter.
Focus. Take stock.
Lemongrass.
Chamomile (?).
Rose hips... rose hips... hm. Out. Ought to be more ready to harvest somewhere around here.
Collect:
rose hips.
eggs.
water.
laundry from the line.
Stop.
Focus.
Stock, not chores.
Peach leaves...none. Plenty of jars though. Enough canned peaches for the cold season, not enough to bring to town. Maybe I threw too many to the deer. I'll have enough apples to share at least. And to sell.
And potatoes. Plenty of potatoes.
Stop.
Focus.
Take stock of which teas to sell in town. Not which foods are in the cupboard. Not which animals are sharing the garden this week. Not how many days left until snowfall. Not how many days since....since....
I didn't realize how much they were doing. Gran always made sure I was grateful but I never....this is.... a lot. My first autumn stock alone. A lot to keep track of. A lot to do. A lot a lot a lot. "Buck up, beansprout," he'd say. Okay gramps. I'll keep at it.
...hm. I wonder if they would've liked a trellis over them. Might keep some snow off the markers this cold season. Good place for climbing beans.
...tea can wait.