My poor long-suffering husband. He's been with me through many changes in our 20 years together. He puts up with an awful lot of my "wackiness" as he jokingly calls it. He has long since gotten used to me having herbs and "weeds" hanging around the house to dry and has grown accustomed to eating "weeds" in his dinner. Recently I have been drying things for a friend too and so there is even more goodness around the house. Last week I picked comfrey with a friend and brought home two boxes stuffed full. I filled the drying line that I usually use.