Unearthed this teabag from the bottom of my cavernous tea chest. Have no clue where it came from. I probably nicked it from my school’s dining hall at some point.
I seem to be on a chamomile kick lately. It’s like an old friend to me- I can go for months without missing it, and then run across it while searching for something soothing, and it’s just the same as it was when I last encountered it. Reliable, sweet, comforting, uncomplicated. Just what I need this afternoon.
This is why I always keep a stash of plain chamomile around. I never know when I’ll need it next.