Moonlit Elder Tonic

The soil in my greenhouse settled into a familiar rhythm, roots tapping their steady pulse against the damp stone. I traced the leaf veins of the nightshade again, noting its medicinal promise while silently correcting the careless gardener who spilled its juice on the oak bark. The clock on the shelf ticks, but the names of my companions slip through like water through gravel. I brewed a tincture from dried moonlit elder, the scent rising in steady, measured swirls that calm the restless parts of my mind. In this quiet, I find my solace, even as the world beyond the glass window mutters of change. #HerbalLore #PlantTaxonomy 🌿