Sunday found me dodging the raindrops of a late autumn thunderstorm. What’s with the fireworks, I ask that cloudy sky, don’t you know there’s outdoor work to be done? I got doused for my impertinence.
Plan B had me harvesting the last of the calendula blossoms for another batch of balm. “Make balm while the rain falls,” then, became the activity of the afternoon. I upped the quantity of beeswax considerably in this batch: I enjoyed the easy spreading of the first recipe but this batch is solely for gifts, and I don’t like complaints about greasiness. (Unbelievably, yes, people tell me to my face that they didn’t like to use that last batch, as it didn’t melt into their hands with the rapidity that alcohol-based commercial products will do. This either means that I am the type of person who won’t take offense, or this means I have some loose-lipped, patently unworthy friends: you be the judge.)
Really, there’s nothing easier than growing calendula: once you have it, you always will. And if you can melt oil in a pan and grate a bar of beeswax, this, too, can be yours.
And the consistency: it’s up to you, so…no complaints!