Beltane Night- The Story of Nan con't...(Part 4)

Nan woke early the next day, with Gillian on her mind. She had a quick bite to eat, and made her way to the shed, to sort through and process all she had gathered the day before.
As she entered she saw the goods that she had hastily laid out on the shelves. She took a deep breath and got started.
She gathered up the herbs and made small bouquets then she straightened the stems to equal lengths and bound them up with strips of rags to hang up-side-down from the rafters to dry evenly.
With this automatic mindless work she had plenty of time to ponder the experience of the night before and think about Gillian.
How strangely he just appeared when she was preoccupied...and how quickly he disappeared. But, with all the questions she may have about him...she had to admit she couldn't wait to see him again. In fact ...she felt a bit tingly when she turn her thoughts to him ....those blue eyes of his....and his pleasant voice. Oh dear...what was going on in her head? She'd never had much thought about men in general...she'd spent her days so immersed in her work to help others. But now ....
"Shake it off....shake it off girl" ...she said to herself out loud. And turned her attention back to the task at hand. 
She divided the roots into categories and laid them out, where they wouldn't touch each other, on the wooden shelves, these would have to be turned everyday for even drying and to keep mold from setting in. Her father had left the gables peaks opened so the breezes could blow through and help air circulation for this drying process. So she placed the dampest roots at the top shelves and less damp further down.
"His eyes are different then I've seen before....they're so blue and bright...almost otherworldly....beautiful...beautiful blue...one could almost get lost in the depth of them ...." she sighed deeply with a lost, dreamy look on her face. Blankly staring into the distance and fading into another realm herself, ...
then suddenly a cawing crow in the distance snapped her back. She shook her head slightly and whispered to herself, "Get a grip girl!"
Trying to concentrate on the task in front of her, she continued her struggle between drifting into thoughts about him and tumbling back to reality until all work was done.

She finished up by 11ish in the morning and went back to the house, ...by way of walking through the fields in the opposite direction, mindlessly walking as she thought about Gillian and their meeting this night.

Her mum saw her aimlessly walking around and called for her. Nan made haste to the croft.
She spent the rest of the day helping her folks with the daily tasks and counting the minutes passing as the sun peaked and started to make it's descent into the late afternoon.
She spent most of the rest of the day in her room thinking. She had told her mum she was going out that evening with someone she had met...her mum assumed it was a gal friend and never questioned it. In turn Nan offered no more information to her.