Please.

I was working with horses, cows, and sheep, and the vet tended to a wound on one of the colts.

An Arabian colt had injured its leg, and the vet tended the wound and gave us this blue antibiotic ointment to put on that was not doing anything.

The wound wouldn't close or heal, and it just was raw week after week.

At that point, I was growing herbs by the barn, and I took comfrey.

I didn't have any time to do herbal preparations, but I had time to put comfrey and yarrow in my mouth and chew it up while I was doing my barn chores, and then spit it out onto the wound and bind it up twice a day.

And that wound healed up so beautifully with very little scarring, and the vet was blown away.

Because this particular thing happens in the intersections, in the interspices, in the in-betweens.

I'm Neil King.

When I look out my window, I see the rolling foothills in the distance, and I'm looking across an organic vineyard.

There are many trees around me, 100-foot trees, ponderosa pine, which has a wonderful smell, especially when the sun heats up the sap, and black oak, which very curvy branches.

And I see jackrabbits regularly.

I see deer often.

There's so many birds.

It's very birdie.

Then came the fire that changed everything.