this will always bear repeating
Kyleigh's Law is stupid and bad and idiotic

garden scent orgy

It's so windy today, and very sunny. The first spring-warm day this week. It's overwhelmingly intoxicating out there, just to breathe in the breeze. 


I rubbed peppermint between my fingers, then lavender. 
(neat accidental trick with the macro setting; the top of the peppermint isn't sharp, but I like how the photo turned out.)


I buried my face in the lush little sage plant I've been carefully bringing along toward a deeper fullness than in years past. Next, the lemon thyme and rosemary; good food, the scent of my ancestors, clean, rich, vibrant. 

Hyssop leaves remind me of old-fashioned candy, the bee balm leaves like a spicy baked dessert. 

To me, an iris is a childhood memory. It smells like grape Kool-Aid, and long ago, after riding my bike past the Carpenters' huge patch of them, I always hoped Mom had thought to make Kool-Aid for me that day. I may not enjoy that drink any longer, but I still love the scent. 

The spearmint always explodes to life just before Derby Day. This is one corner of a rapidly filling bed. There will be fresh mint juleps on Saturday afternoon during the Run for the Roses. 

Looking it over, I realize these photos were all taken with nearly the exact same perspective. I'll try to be more interesting next time, but there's this back thing I deal with, makes me a bit lazy sometimes. 

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