Chamomile

My grandmother, Marie, loved chamomile. I remember if I did not feel well she would make me a cup of chamomile tea. If you were sick, crampy, nauseous, sad or couldn't sleep, chamomile tea was the answer.  It is a lovely herb. It smells of honey and apples and I enjoy growing it. They produce friendly little flowers that dance in the wind. Once you harvest the flowers all you have to do is wait a week and a whole new harvest will be produced. My chamomile is done producing for the year and I look forward to making an infused oil with it so that I can make some salves with it. 

 Yesterday I found myself at the natural food co-op staring away at the wall of bulk herbs. It is one of the happiest places for me to be. I could stand there and browse the herbs all day long and to be honest, I already have most of them at home. Anyhow, I saw a jar of chamomile and opened it to take in that lovely aroma. It reminded me of my Grammy. Oddly enough, last night I did not feel so well and brewed up some chamomile tea. I felt better about an hour later. I am glad that Grammy taught me to use chamomile. It was probably what directed me to the lifestyle I live today. It was the foundation for my love of herbs and essential oils. Grammy used natural medicine before it was popular to do so. I miss her often and when I do, all I have to do is open a jar of my chamomile and there she is. I even named the chamomile in my garden after her.

*feel free to message me to learn more about chamomile. I use the essential oil in some of my aromatherapy products. It has many therapeutic benefits.*

In the photo below left to right : calendula, chamomile, and sage.