" Inside was a wonder.
The ceiling was entirely obscured by bunches of herbs, flowers, and sweet rushes hanging to dry. Shelves lined every spare inch of wall, filled with bottles of potions, salves, and powders of all colors. A friendly fire blazed out of a flagstone hearth. Farthest away from this, in the back where it was cooler, was a dairy pantry filled with cheese, milk, and butter.
All goat, probably.
Growing through a window was a healthy spray of roses that looked like a neighbor poking her head in for news and a good gossip. "

― Liz Braswell , What Once Was Mine