Brrr. The days are getting chilled, hitting nearly twenty below freezing (note, not twenty below zero- thank goodness). But twelve degrees farenhiet is still quite cold. It's days like today when I'm grateful for the abundance of labrador tea I gathered through the summer months. It grows practically everywhere on the tundra. It's sweet, and the aroma just brightens my soul. It has a light scent to it- kind of like sunshine. I heat it in the kettle, sweeten it with fireweed honey, and sip it up to warm my insides. Surely it's not the hot coacoa my childhood self dreamed of, but it's most certainly perfection in my young adult mind. Naturally delicious, but most importantly a liquid blanket against the cold arctic air.
