The
letter for today is: Y, where I feature
yawning and yarrow.
Yawning,
I sit in my easy chair with my feet up, waiting. It takes longer to relax than
normal. I'm stressed. Today, I didn't concentrate properly and sent two wrong
chapters to the Internet Writing Workshop for members to critique. I finally
fixed my blunder. How strange for mental exertion to tire a body in the same
way as physical. I take one more breath through an open mouth covered by my
hand.
My
husband passes me a mug of herbal tea, which should help revive me.
Outside
the kitchen window, we grow yarrow.
Besides releasing a fresh fragrance from the fine, feathery leaves, a
concoction made from boiled yarrow
was once said to loosen an unwanted pregnancy. I've heard there's an herb, or
something in nature, to heal every condition.
My
yawning fit has passed. Hold on,
there's another.
Tomorrow,
I'll be sharing the final section of a three author serial. Caleath invades
Troubled Waters. First, you'd better blog-hop over to see Rosalie Skinner, who began on Friday, followed by Edith Parzefall
yesterday.
