Bounty Within

As the herbs in my outdoor garden begin to flourish, one of my favorite pastimes is to collect a full bunch, along with several blooms from my perennials.

I bring them indoors and overfill an old pitcher so that the mixed, heady fragrances of the mint, lavender, basil and anise fill my kitchen. I so love the contrast of the various shades of greens and greys with the vividness of the buds and blooms.

Rushing past the arrangement in the midst of a hectic day, I pause as something sweet or savory fills my head, and a thousand summers come rushing back. A gentle nudge to urge me to slow down. Light a candle, pour a glass of wine and savor the moment.

I recall helping my Nana harvest mint from her small but lavish backyard garden. So many fond memories of special times with her. Teaching my younger sister how to make a necklace out of sweet strands of clover. Days with my son and daughter as we planted flowers each spring and watched them take root. Time for just us. I say a silent prayer of thanksgiving for all the gifts.


It goes by all too fleetingly. Take a deep breath and experience the peace.