Swiftcurrent Creek In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas;

Arlette started to guide them towards the garden, it was only a short walk from here. She took the lead as Morwenna spoke. There is nothing wrong with not being able to identify all the plants yet. Then you at least know what they aren't, she spoke with a hint of a smile. She glanced over her shoulder towards the female. Arlette liked to keep things positive. Mistakes help up learn, she added. Soon a huff followed. Sometimes I sound like an old grandma, she sighed but there was some truth in it.

The forest opened up, close to the river bank. There a random assortment of plants were placed. Some plants were doing better than others. She had to admit to that. There were several plants growing. Mainly burdock for their roots. Marigolds had been planted but were pretty much died off. Arlette was hopeful it returned in spring. If not she would just replace it. The Chamomile was doing surprisingly well still, but she figured once the first snows came it might not survive. By the riverbank reeds, cattails were growing as well, naturally. She just liked them close to the garden as well. Arlette smiled as she stopped by the feverfew brush. Alright, try it, she offered encouragingly.