So the kind of dumb thing about dumping all of his ingredients into the bag and then mixing them together was that now that Mo was back at his workstation and had dumped the bag out on the table, he found that his leaves and flowers and blades of grass were all jumbled in a big pile. If it all needed exactly the same amount of drying, that would be fine, but... he wasn't so lucky.

The rhizome and the berries, in particular, would need several rounds of drying. He probably should dice up the turmeric root prior to drying, just to make it easier. And everything could use a good washing up as well

But one thing at a time. He'd start with the easiest bits. Mo scooped the ginkgo leaves, the chamomile and St. John's wort flowers, and the spiky rosemary needles over to one side, leaving the turmeric, wheat grass, and hawthorn berries behind.

The leaves and flowers were spread out in a thin layer across the surface of the work station, and then Mo positioned himself at one side. Moving his wand in careful clockwise circles across the table top, Mo repeated the incantation over and over. "Siccus Aerous. Siccus Aerous. Siccus Aerous."