The Village Wisewoman Offers Holiday Cheer
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"Oh!
Hello!! I’m sorry.
Didn’t see you standing there!
I get so busy with these tinctures and balms this time of year I
just don’t hear the door sometimes. C’mon in!
Y’all have a seat! Make
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"What can I do you for today?
Oh, I understand completely – something for your nerves. I get a lot of that this time of year, what with the holidays
coming on faster than a dumb dog chasing a mean skunk.
I’ve got just the thing for you!
Several of ‘em, actually.
We’ll try a couple and see what works best for you.
Everybody’s an individual and every herb has it’s own charms,
so you have to find just the right match. |
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Miz Otter's House 11/03 |
Miz Otter, as she is known to the inhabitants of the small forest village she serves, was born in a riverbank burrow as Evangelina Otter quite a few years ago (she refuses to specify exactly HOW many, only that it was “oh, a little before that flood.”). She has never liked her full name and as a young otter miss was known as Evy. It’s a nickname that she carried into adulthood, though these days, it’s used only by a few close friends. To most of the village, she is simply “Miz Otter.” She was married, after a properly lengthy courtship, to Franklin Otter, a fisher otter respected in the village for his honesty and kindness. Sadly, Mr. Otter was lost to her in an unfortunate fishing accident several years ago. She prefers not to discuss it, as it still brings a tear after all this time. They had one kit, Arthur, who now lives with his own wife and kits in a pond on the other side of the woods. |
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She is beloved by her friends and neighbors, but also just a little feared. Her paws are gentle with every ill or injured creature and she will spare nothing if she can help. At the same time, if her treatments are not followed or her advice ignored, her tongue can be as sharp as her claws. She rarely becomes annoyed, but anyone who has been on the receiving end of a lecture rarely forgets the experience, and she never snips at little ones, only, in her words, “them what are old enough to know better.” Even those villagers who have had their ears burned still respect her and would be a little lost, without her comforting presence in her little house, by the river on the edge of the village.
Editor's Note: If you'd like to drop Miz Otter a line with questions or comments, you can find her at MizOtter@aol.com. When Puff lets her use the computer, that is. ;) |
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| Kyla, aka Miz Otter, has been an herbalist for a dozen years now. Born in Indiana “some time ago,” she has a BS in Journalism from Butler University. When not playing among the plants, she can be found in Ohio, writing and editing for a national credit card bank, and playing with her three dogs, four cats, two parakeets and Lifemate. She is also an involved member of Ohio Pug Rescue and assists with transports and fundraisers. | |
Updated 11/28/08