First there’s what, I’m sorry, any respectable person simply must call a potion. There’s really no other word.

If you were not a little cups and jars and bottles full of flowers and sticks and acorn caps child, that’s ok! You can still be a good and lovely person, and we can still be friends. But if you were a flowers and bottles child, then you see clearly that this is a potion.

Then there’s a bit of a thing with some twine. And some fabric. And maybe some more flowers just to be safe.

Then it all goes in the potion, right there in the bubbling (cauldron, cough, excuse me, what) pot. Then there’s some light simmering and steaming anticipation and general sunshiney vibes.

And then…in a little bit…you get a treat!