Mel Bennett - Autumn Flavor & Witch Essentials :) [FREE]

"Focus, Mel," she whispered to herself. The equinox was three nights away, and her kit wasn't going to assemble itself.

"Simmer these in a pot of spring water," she instructed, her voice steady and warm. "Let the steam hit the rafters. And keep the stone in your pocket; it’ll ground that frantic energy you’re carrying. Autumn isn't just about things dying, Elias. It’s about the earth gathering its strength. You need to do the same." Mel Bennett - Autumn Flavor & Witch Essentials :)

Mel sat at her scarred oak kitchen table, the surface cluttered with the morning’s harvest. Her hands, stained slightly purple from mashing elderberries, moved with practiced rhythm. Beside her, a cast-iron pot hummed on the stove, releasing the spicy, grounding steam of what she called her —a blend of clove, star anise, and toasted orange peel that made the very walls of her cottage feel like a hug. "Focus, Mel," she whispered to herself

Mel didn't hesitate. She grabbed a jar of her Autumn Flavor base—the toasted spices—and tucked it into a small velvet pouch alongside a piece of smoky quartz from her essentials basket. "Let the steam hit the rafters

The front door creaked open, and a gust of wind sent a flurry of maple leaves skittering across her floor. It was Elias, the local blacksmith, looking weary.