Ch-ch-cherry, no Lemon Balm

Rhyme watched his younger daughter out of the corner of his eye as he led the forward. Her smile was precious, and a memory he would keep for the rest of his days. Her eas were perked as she continued to ask questions when she didn’t fully understand what he was saying. Chamomile in the spring as well. What we’re gathering today will be summer herbs.” He answered as they shifted back towards the flora before them. Rhyme watched Motif as she made show of scenting the air, and as he had all confidence in her, she named the plant he thought she might.

The proud father smiled brightly towards herr as he nodded approvingly. ”Yes, my dear.” he praised her as he inched forwards, blue and lavender gaze trying to find the other plant. ”Another to use is this lemon balm.” He told the young Motif as he nosed the plant. It looked a bit like the mint, but the plant was smaller with slightly lighter and less fuzzy leaves. ”Both can be used as you would violet or chamomile. And both of these work as breath freshener.” He chuckled as he turned away. ”There’s one more I want to show you.” He reached back and nuzzled he again before leading her towards another direction. This time closer to the edge of the water than the edge of the forest.

He halted in a bed of shorter growing plants and looked back at his daughter with pride. He was proud of all of his children, but having Motif take after him in both of his favored skills made him feel so much closer to his long tailed daughter. ”And this, is red clover.” He caressed the colored leaves with an icy paw. Another alternative to use when dealing with inflammation.