Guess where I went today? I went back in time, to Colonial Days, to hang out with a bunch of 10- and 11-year-old boys and girls, trying to keep them occupied during a time of year when chores were fewer than normal and the daylight hours seemed in sufficient quantity.
Some kids were apprentices, learning the finer arts of weaving and candle-making. Others were just horsing around, as kids that age often do, playing jacks and rolling big hoops and running relay races.
The kids in my care? Why they were making some mighty fine sweet bags, mixing different herbs and crushed flowers to make lovely sachets. Some of the boys tried to make stink bags rather than sweet bags, but I crushed their spirits as finely as any mortar and pestle could do. It's spring time in the colonies. What a grand time to be a kid.