Witchy Woman

Anyone out there that has worked closely with me through a winter season, might note that I am often consuming a very different kind of cocktail from the fair weather standards of Bloody Mary’s, Gin n’ Tonics and the Old Fashioned.


This is the time of year when my “Earth Mama” comes out to play! This hippie trait has been in development since I was about 5 years old. I had a babysitter named “Swampy”. This joyful, bearded fellow would take me on long walks pointing out different edible wild flowers and talking about the ailments they could cure. He would collect green leaves in a leather pouch and boil them in water when we got back to the house. These were called, simply “pot herbs”. He said they were his vitamins. Vitamins?? The only vitamins I had ever seen were pastel, chalky and molded into the shapes of Flintstones characters! But I loved Swamp and I happily took some of his vitamins too.

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