It won't be long now until the boy perishes. I've continued to visit the town to keep an eye on him and the family. It only appears to be getting harder.
All I can do is numb the boy's pain and then retreat to the shelter of the tavern, there's little more I can say to his mother.
I'm still waiting to hear from that merchant and hope that she'll be able to provide me with these spices from the east. If I can get my hands on these things, I could experiment with different medicine and even tea. I can only hope that I'll be able to get the seeds from these plants. Perhaps under the right circumstances, I could grow them.
It appears that miss Silver has returned. Though I was unaware she had left in the first place. While I've taken interest in the matters of the mind, I find myself doubting that I can be of any use to the woman in regards to her loss, at least when it comes to any advice.
She did need to say a lot and I could at least offer an ear to listen. Perhaps that's part of the whole process. Further study is required.
A lone flower has blossomed in my garden, outside the planters. A simple dandelion.
I'm not certain what compelled me to pick it, but I did.
There was something about the simplicity that was alluring in that moment, but the more I studied it and the closer I brought it, the more complex this simple plant became. It's fascinating and it's been far too long since I've taken time to enjoy and appreciate such beauty.
There is something calming about beauty and perhaps I should begin to seek such out to clear my head rather than the drink. I've grown far too fond of it as of late.
