witt's Blog

Did I die and go to heaven? It was so glorious. I think that I want to be a coriander picker under a mimosa tree in my next life. It couldn't have been more pleasant. The breeze was swirling the sweet scent of the blossoms around me, mixing with the buzzing of the bees and hummers overhead. Ms. Wren would perch on a branch and seranade her babies with her trill. Even the cilantro was emitting a delicious aroma as I pulled off the little brown seeds. Occasionally, I would brush against a sweet annie and be thrilled by a new perfume. I could have done this all day, and I practically did. I got all the plants harvested and pulled up. Then I cleaned out the debris left behind. There is still a lot of runaway creeping jenny to get out, so I might work on that today. It's not a chore when you're working in Eden. It looks better, and I'm glad to have my Patio Garden back--almost.