There is something so luxurious about fresh garden herbs. This morning I cut basil, sweet marjoram, and parsley in the deliciously warm sunshine and felt positively glamorous. (The baby was napping and the boys were playing up near the house.)
The spicy-sweet fragrance wafting up was so intoxicating that I didn't even notice the three uninvited hens who wandered in. Shoo! Shoo! They left easily, which surprised me. I gathered my booty and sauntered up to the house, my thoughts lingering in the scent and the sun.
It felt good.
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