Story time. While the water is boiling or the herbal tea is steeping. A time to share those folk stories and legends about the plants in our daily lives. I love telling them as much as my kids love hearing them. They are part of our oral culture and heritage and have so many hidden layers. They are a woven link with our ancestors. They are a specific but comprehensive language, universally understandable for those who listen. In all those years of storytelling I have yet to find a story that is meaningless. Even if it's a story that claims a certain plant can make you invisible at night, or turn itself into a toad, there's something to be said about that. Not literally of course (though some of us may want to check that themselves), but on a deeper level.
At certain times, storytelling was the only underground way to pass along herbal knowledge. Listen carefully, crack the code and they'll tell you all about medicinal and edible plant parts, toxic uses, the way they disperse their seeds, when they are flowering, where to find them, how they alter our perception. There is something about the human mind that somehow makes us remember things more easily in story-form.
Stories make things accessible for kids, who will discover new dimensions and deeper layers as they grow up. I still get new insights frequently, maybe after the 200th time I've told or heard a certain story. When the time is ripe.