Around here, 2011 will forever be known as the year that flowers invaded my vegetable garden. Zinnias crowded out all of my basil, cosmos overwhelmed my watermelons and cucumbers, and the borage totally sun-blocked the winter butternuts, leaving them spindly and shriveled. Not that I’m complaining! I got a ton of greens, some tomatoes, heirloom beets, spinach and lettuce, and please cross your fingers for my potatoes. Plus, we’ve had flowers on the table non-stop all summer, which is simply delightful.
So way back at the beginning of spring when I was planting this flower-filled vegetable garden, I sprinkled an entire package of chamomile seeds in amongst my vine fruits (melons and squashes). Chamomile has the teeniest tiniest seeds I’ve ever seen! And when the garden took off, and especially when those cosmos went ca-razy, I completely forgot about the chamomile. Until . . .
Look what I found when I was digging around, the chamomile actually came up! Well, some of it did – just three plants buried in the cosmo jungle, and one random stalk all the way across the yard, over by the taters.
I was thrilled. I had home-grown medicinals! I pulled them all up when their flowers were blooming, brought them inside, and laid them out to dry. It didn’t take long, and before I knew it they were crispy as can be:
I detached the flower buds (I didn’t want to do this before they dried because they were so delicate) and transferred them to a small glass jar, and there they waited. And waited. For the perfect opportunity . . .
Yesterday evening I became inexplicably nauseous (no dears, it’s not that). My normally “iron stomach” was doing back flips, and I felt sick every time I stood up. I think I pushed my luck on some old carrots. Whoops. ANYWAYS.
. . . at which point I realized it was actually, like, 93ºF in my house, and maybe I should drink this treat over ice.
Which I did. No sweetener needed, because it was truly the most delicious tea I have ever tasted. ♥