In a few days winter will be here and June will start. I love the colder seasons, so this winter I am going to create little sweet adventures for myself, such as picking up rose petals and lavender sticks.
I have this herb book that contains some interesting recipes for winter teas. Most, if not all, are primarily for colds and fever, but there is one that just sounds so lovely.
Now, before I talk about the recipe, let me ask you something. Have you ever picked rose petals to put brew in your tea? I haven’t, but doesn’t that sound like something that would just brighten up any day?
You walk into the garden, the timid winter sun reflecting off the cold, dewy grass. The damp smell of bark and fallen leaves waft up your nose with each step, as your shoes press into the wet ground. When you get closer to the roses, you start looking for the one you want. Finally, you choose and cut. ‘This rose, this is the one!’ you mutter to yourself. ‘With this flower, I shall brew the world!’ You laugh hysterically, scan the park grounds for passers-by, making sure no one saw you, or heard your menacing unmenacing declaration. You scurry across to the gates. You look behind you once more. A park security guard is walking by. He sees you, another visitor of the park. You smile at him a little sneeringly. ‘He has no idea,’ you think to yourself, ‘No idea what I have done! Fool!’
You trot off to your car with that ominous trot you like to do when you’re feeling particularly sinister.
At home, you boil water, and prepare the teapot, which you prefer to call The Cauldron, and you begin to pluck off petals from the rose. A song comes to mind as you do this. You hmmm, ‘Ashes! Ashes! They all fall down!’ You can’t help smiling at this.
Finally, the dark brew is ready. You sit down on your couch in front of the fireplace, which you prefer to call The Hearth. You sip at your rosy tea and decide that stealing one rose from the park to make a flu-brew for your flu was probably not worth going out into the cold, and most likely defeated the object. Also, that security guard that saw you probably made a note of you, because come to think of it, your nose was running badly at the time, and your eyes were red and really watery! You really shouldn’t have smiled at him like that or stared at him at all. It’s alright, people usually mistake you for a drug-user anyway. ‘Confound allergies!’ you silently yell as you feebly shake your tissue-filled fist in the air. You regret holding that tissue so tightly. It was fuller than you thought. After all, you did just blow mucus into it.