are memories she tends in her garden, to soothe her awkward joints and salve her aching stomach and bad blood.

Dandelion is her childhood, yellow warm blaze her mam dismisses as weed.

Horehound is her teens, a crown of white lightening cuddlesome as a shawl.

As an adult rescued by her brave centaur Chiron who tended her cracked heart with Milk Thistle, then slept with her best mate.

Now her favourite is Wormwood, especially in the glass of Vermouth she sups in her independence.

 

via Daily Prompt: Bitter