Harvest

Some days are just born bad, and there's not much you can do but muddle through and try to keep sane. Staying occupied with something halfway pleasant tends to help, if you have the option. Today was one of those, and I plugged in my mp3 player with some of my favorite music and went out to attack the garden. Barefoot, still pajama clad, wielding a pair of scissors, I set upon the sage. Thankfully there are no neighbors close by.



After cutting the sage down to size, I took thyme to task as the crisp, peppery smell of the leaves met my nose. The chives were mown down within an inch of their lives. Basil leaves and oregano leaves, just starting to show their pretty little flowers, were snipped off at random and without mercy. I ran my hands through the sticky, piney scent of rosemary and inhaled deeply before chopping off limbs that dared stray past the confines of the container. Mint met its match, or so I will let myself believe. Just for today. I gathered the blueberries and blackberries that the babes and the bugs left for me, as the sun hid and the clouds began to weep.



Some days are just born bad. But not for me; not today. Nope, today has been tasty. :)