The Drying Room

I adore the scent of this room when my botanical kin are making their journey to be with me throughout the year.

This is just one section of many a sequence of botanicals hanging to dry.

The drying room is north facing, so it never gets direct sunlight, even when the shade is up, which is rare through the spring-to-summer-to-autumn months. 

Now I wait for the morning to dry up so that I may harvest and prepare more for the drying room. Soon it will be akin to a jungle, or so I conjure.

In the meantime, I count my blessings.

Peace. 🕊

A version of this entry was originally posted June 6, 2019 at When Weeds Whisper.