Elderberry Elixir

Elderberry Elixir
Elderberry Elixir

Elderberries are so powerful when it comes to preventing or relieving a cold or flu.  And why not?!?   Elderberries are a natural anti-viral.  When you add other power-foods to this simple syrup (cinnamon as an anti-microbial, licorice root to soothe the throat, etc), you end up with a delicious morning ritual served up in a thimble (if you’re a faerie) or a shot glass for the rest of us.  Just once a day to ward off the winter gremlins or twice a day (or more) if you find yourself mid-battle with a cold.

Here’s is a recipe adapted from LearningHerbs.com (attributed to Rosalee de la Foret).  InJoy!  Marmalene

50 grams dried elderberries

30 grams dried rose hips

3 cinnamon sticks (crushed or at least broken)

7 grams licorice root

1 tsp finely ground black pepper (yes, you read that correctly)

3 cups apple cider (you can use apple juice but apple cider is more likely to have one ingredient: APPLES)

Put all ingredients in a pot and simmer uncovered for 20 minutes.  Let cool then strain and decant into your bottle of choice.  I keep mine in the fridge so the shape of the bottle shown in the picture is perfect.

Warning, once you share this with others, you may find yourselves making lots of it for friends and neighbors 🙂

 

 

Through a Mother’s Eyes

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Recognition spreads from heart to mind, resting in my trembling smile, the tears welling up unbidden.  Roles re-versed, I keep pace with my own daughter’s eager return to her senior year of college.

I am my mother’s daughter – and I am not.

Her mother’s Depression Era instincts begat her own frugal ways; my inherent sense of thrift, my daughter’s amazing resourcefulness. Piercing gray steel gave birth to crystalline blue integrity; cerulean pools of cool confidence to the flashing hazel hope of roads yet untraveled.

We learn, we heal, we grow – the journeys of past generations indelibly paving the way for the next.

Satisfied – her job well done – she road quietly smiling in the passenger seat that trip so many years ago.  Once home, she just as silently hung up her keys and walked away from a life of cancer at the age of 45.

Today I race past that invisible mile marker, wind in my hair, literally overflowing with love and hard-won perspective; this sudden realization:

I will be here on my daughter’s graduation day.

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I whisper a “Thank You” to my mother’s Mother’s eyes.

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