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April 28, 2009

Maybe I do it for my sanity.

Yesterday was generically awful. But at the end of the day I walked in the door and took of my shoes and went directly to the magic wine cooler ("the fridge") and then after I fed the cats I slipped on my flip-flops and still dressed in my work clothes I went out back and flopped in the grass and stared at my newly planted garden.

It was the best part of the entire day. And I think the French Tarragon grew overnight, which made me happy in ways I cannot express without sounding like a total whack job.

On the left, Marjoram and French Tarragon. On the right, flowering fragrant English Thyme, a small parsley plant and of course some sage. The rosemary is in a pot nearby, completing my journey to Scarborough Fair.

Posted by laurie at April 28, 2009 10:42 AM