The Witch's Daughter (The Witch's Daughter, #1)

by Paula Brackston

There is comfort to be had in the company of wild things and delight to be found in their trust.

It is the cruelest of the torments of my great age that grief does not abate, not beyond a certain level. It merely continues, my only companion across oceans of time.

So true; I miss you each & every day Mom.

There was lavender oil for treating scars and burns; rosemary and mint to fight coughs and fevers; comfrey to knit broken bones; fruit leaf teas to ease the pains of childbirth; garlic powder to purify the blood; and rose oil to restore the mind. Pots of honey from John’s bees sat fatly, waiting to treat wounds that were slow to heal or save the lives of infants following sickness.

I sat back in my seat and wondered at the capacity the human heart possesses for experiencing both despair and joy at one and the same moment.