Herbs from the garden

Today my car and my desk at work smell like herbs from my garden – lavender, sage and rosemary. I cut a mixed bunch before work, and have been enjoying the fragrance all day. The garden is looking a little wild and untended, but the flowers do not care. The herbs are soaking up the sunshine, and are outgrowing their beds so extravagantly that the weeds hardly have a chance.

I guess I’ll take that as a general metaphor for being. Stretching outside some boundaries, and making an impact sound like good ideas for the day.