green door lane · est. mdccclxxxiii
rensch keeps her remedies in cobalt jars and her tinctures in amber. the cobalt is for the things that change in light; the amber for the things that do not but might. she labels in her own small hand. nothing is ever in capitals.
the mortar painted on the sign is twice the size of her own, which sits behind the counter, chipped at the lip. she ground a winter's worth of camomile in it once and lost the smell of camomile for a year. she has since learned moderation.
field-note: the smaller jars are not for sale. ask anyway. sometimes she changes her mind.