Friday, August 19, 2011

One of those quiet moments

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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