Tis the season of the sniffle.
Tis the season of the sniffle, although a mother stopped by our farmer's market today telling me that at her daughter's school, it was the season of lice. And yes, after she left my table I started scratching my hair but I am hoping she didn’t notice.
It seems that as soon as the sun diminishes her heat the sniffles appear. At first they are delicate requiring a tiny corner of the tissue, by October we are hauling boxes of tissues around with us wherever we go.
And then it dawns on me, ‘hey, I’ve got something for this’ and I reach for the rescue trio of aromatherapy botanicals that will get me through the winter on the Pacific Northwest Island that I call home.
Allow me to introduce you to my trio of friends: “Rescue” is for cold and flu allowing for breathing passages to be clear. This is my go to especially for allergies that come back to visit once the furnace clicks on. The joke is that I sniffle until 11am every morning, ‘Rescue’ is never far and I find myself reaching for it and applying it under my nose and even massaging it into my temples.
So while the seasons change wherever you are, I hope if you need some relief you’ll remember our trio of relief workers. And with the Canadian dollar so low, its like 25% off for our American friends and family, wouldn’t these make brilliant stocking stuffers??