My mother had been an apothecary’s daughter. She taught me letters from an ancient collection
My mother had been an apothecary’s daughter. She taught me letters from an ancient collection of herbals – volumes of parchment, beautifully illuminated. Upon her death, there was no-one left to make gin from the fruit of the blackthorn tree, or preserves from the yellow peach, but the herbals were guide enough for me to seek out useful plants and make of them what I could. Read More -- source link
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