Becoming Miss Rosie

When I was a child, one of my best friends was a neighbor in her 80’s: Miss Rosie. She was the kindest and coolest. I knew her in the early to mid 60’s. She was a friend to so many. She was an “old maid” school teacher. She had been engaged in the early 1900’s and her fiancé was killed in a horse and buggy accident. She never married. I visited her nearly every afternoon after school. She had a little garden shed and garden just under a little knoll across from our house. I can still see her bonnet bobbing as she hoed her plants. She grew Mullein by her shed to make poultices for her arthritic knees. She and my Granny, who used to dig sassafras and make pine needles tea, started my love of herbs and wild medicine. Wish I had listened more!
I now have my own little mullein patch under the bedroom window. Prob 10 or so plants. A tribute to Miss Rosie.
Be blessed!