I’ll bet you didn’t know I speak French. ‘Cause I don’t.
Here are more pictures of my yard at dawn on Saturday. Firstly, let me tell you that I love herbs, and I mean LOVE. The smell alone when freshly picked always makes me happy. Don’t even ask me about the lemon verbena incident. Just know I didn’t mean to pack that much up my nose. (Lemon Verbena is the most divine smell on earth. Better than roses, roasted chicken, puppy breath, everything. Go get some fresh and tell me I’m wrong. Seriously, it’s that good.) I bought some pineapple sage this weekend, but it’s tiny now and not really very picturesque. But my tri-color sage?
And some lemon thyme:
I have a confession to make. Don’t laugh, but I’m a thyme whore. I love it and cannot resist it’s charms. I’ve got about a dozen different kinds in the garden right now, the best being my prized lavender thyme. Like lemon verbena, I command you to go get some right now! Plus, unlike lemon verbena, it’s an evergreen, so it can be shoved up your nose year round. I bought some coconut thyme this weekend. We shall see if it lives up to it’s name. I hope so.
And, lastly for I must away to work, here are my chives:
This evening, the flowers. Adieu!