There was however, to my young eyes, always one part of her house that felt arcane. A certain mystery surrounding it's collection of jars, unctions, ointments, fats and oils of every imaginable kind, tinctures, and leftovers.
I'm talking about her refrigerator.
Now grandma was lucky in the way that only people from her era could be. She had a lot of land. Livestock. Multiple gardens. That was her livelihood, her life. She'd have never said that she didn't have time for a home remedy or a cure for someone ill or in pain, or a pan of homemade gravy and biscuits (probably made with one of those mysterious jars of fat hiding in her fridge) for someone who was hungry. It was just who she was.
Recently, after I gave a class on spirit communication and while I was basking in the afterglow of "Oh thank the Gods that's over", someone said something that stuck with me. 'You're lucky. You have the space and time to be a practical witch. I can't even have a garden.' (Paraphrasing... you get the point.) I just couldn't stop thinking about that. I'm going to clue you into something - I'm just as busy as you are.
Just because I have a garden, and all the fluff of that practical lifestyle doesn't mean I'm immune to the pressures of modern life. It got me to thinking though about how I'd be "me" if I didn't have outdoor space to call my own.
It reminded me of something about grandmas fridge.
Those jars of fat from dinner memories long forgotten (but still delicious). Those tinctures. And one bright mysterious jar of wonderment that could cure almost any ill... Her honey lemon jar. When I was small and could escape to her front door, no matter what the ill, she was ready with a warm biscuit, a warmer hug, and a steaming mug of something soothing. She'd put on the pot to boil, pull out the jar, a place a big spoonful of sunshine in the bottom of a mug - topping it with steaming water (sometimes black tea) or if it was real bad, or you were really sick, it might have a splash (okay... more than a splash) of whiskey. That jar was always in the fridge, ready to heal. To bring a smile.
And I'm here to tell you , this is one home remedy no matter your lifestyle or lack of garden space that you have time for.
(To illustrate how easy it is to make, my wonderful sweet Vandal volunteered his photography skills - thank you so much!)
Uses: Place a big heaping tablespoon or three into the bottom of a mug and fill it with hot water from the kettle, after just a few moments you have a wonderful cup of cure for a cold, sore throat, or to prep up before singing or giving a talk. You can also stir it into a freshly brewed mug of black tea if you prefer.
Was the day (or Flu as it were) worse than usual? Stir it into a warm glass of whiskey.
Better yet, on a summer day, stir it into a cool glass of sparkling water over ice and throw a sprig of lavender or basil in there for some quick refreshing lemonade on the go.
Let me know how it turns out for you and don't forget: You do have time, and once in a while, lemon is just right for what ails you.