In a quiet Cornish meadow, where the sea mist drifted inland like a wandering spirit, herb stitchwort bloomed in pale starbursts. My Great Aunt Jess called it “thread-keeper,” for it was said the plant could mend more than torn cloth. As a child, my Cornish Aunt told me this story; Long ago, a fisherman’s daughter found a sprig of stitchwort growing through a split in her father’s old net. That night, she dreamed of a soft-voiced woman who whispered, "What is broken may be bo