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So, last night my woodboy signed me up for a pretty extensive herbalist's class online. Not something we could ordinarily afford, but those tax refunds do come in handy just at the right time. I think I'm in shock. This is something I've dreamed of doing for years and years, already treating our family with herbs, etc., but to now be learning in more of an official capacity will be thrilling. He's even talking about making our former breakfast room into a sort of still room. Says he'll put up racks for drying and talked about shelves for bottles and all. My goodness, I think he's more excited that me, if that's possible. I like this idea much better than putting a treadmill in that room. Much better. And last night he downloaded an herbal book onto his Kindle reader on his phone and proceeded to read it to me. Not my idea of a bedtime story, but I'm not complaining. That'd be foolish.
I think I'd be more wound up if I wasn't sick, though. In between careful gulps of tea and coughing fits, I am looking forward to it. Even before he set up the classes I'd ordered several packets of seeds online. Now the classes will just put feet to my gardening this spring and summer.
He said last night that there are two things I get worked up about---one being the herbs and the other being art history. Bless him for always making attempts at me being more of who I really am. Sometimes takes awhile for us to even know ourselves notwithstanding those who live with us. But to have a heart's desire met is amazing. Truly amazing.
