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Elara spent the afternoon under the humming sun. As she filled her basket with the sticky, bright blossoms, she felt the familiar calm of the garden. By the time she paid Miller—a fair price for a harvest that smelled like autumn and honey—her fingers were coated in the flower's healing oils.

"The best you have," Elara replied. "I'm making a batch of 'Sunlight Salve' for the winter." buy calendula

He handed her a wicker basket. "Pick them yourself. Middle of the day is best—that’s when the resin is strongest. Don't just take the heads; thank the soil while you’re at it." Elara spent the afternoon under the humming sun

Elara’s garden was a masterpiece of organized chaos, but this summer, it felt incomplete. She was a self-taught apothecary, known in her small village for balms that could soothe anything from a sunburn to a broken heart. Yet, her jars of orange-gold petals were running dangerously low. "The best you have," Elara replied