Well. Or actually you can choose not to bear with me. Between working way too hard, trying to book rooms in France, and problems with Blogger, I haven't been posting as frequently as I mean to.
And when I do, I'm likely to show you stuff like this because, frankly, I'm still a bit obsessed with the recent fire. The sky was so gorgeous Wednesday afternoon that it called me out for a hike. You can see our brick step at the bottom of this shot.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the yard, spring is right on schedule. Oh, the salad dressings and beverages I'll make with this mint later.
I adore fresh mint. Where I grew up, it was a major crop a generation earlier. Mint and onions. It grew wild in the ditches and hedgerows when I was a kid. When my dad was a pre-teen he and friends would be hired to "stomp mint." Kind of like stomping grapes, but the mint had been boiled and they were pressing the liquour out of it.
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