Wet, slippery, definite signs of spring, ancient fossil beds .... no devils club.
My love's spirit renewed, mud up to my ankles and a crazy happy dog.
An herbwoman peddling her potions and wares, sharing her bohemian musings and meanderings.
An herbwoman peddling her potions and wares, sharing her bohemian musings and meanderings.
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Isn't it grand? Incidentally, I was doing the same thing and came up empty on the devil's club as well.
Morgaine
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