Did a bit of sewing in that brief afternoon of sunshine we had the other day, and very pleasant it was too.
Sat next to the horse chestnut that's in a pot. It's been growing in there for at least 15 years, maybe even 20. In my last post I mentioned the teeny tiny flowers that give me the willies. My feelings for this tree are the complete opposite. It's one of the things in my life, like my children, my teddy bear, and the memory of the dear departed guinea pig, Multi, that are in my heart.
Apparently the sticky buds of horse chestnut can be used as a herbal remedy to cure "mental chatter, repetitive thoughts or worrisome behaviours”. I must get myself some.
