*Brew camomile tea with one stick of cinnamon and one or two cloves (camomile means earth-apple in Greek)
*Add apple juice and simmer.
Pour into a mug and enjoy!
Also, a William Butler Yeats poem, The Song of Wandering Aengus, shared by Jesse of Spiral Pathways:
I went out in the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to the thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some on called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old and wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will found out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
and pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

1 comment:
How did you know I've been craving apple tea in a place that seems to have none!
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