Fragrance surrounds me these days as I step through my garden. Waterfalls of honeysuckle and jasmine cascade over the fences; the act of opening a gate creates an aroma that is beyond compare. Clusters of drying oregano hang outside the back door; the essence of lemon balm releases itself as my clothing rubs against the leaves. The lavender below the front porch fills the warm afternoons with sound and smell as the honey bees stop along their journey to partake in the calm, soothing flowers.
As I write this, the night blooming jasmine drifts through the open windows of my kitchen and, once again, my decision to be here is reaffirmed.
Millie's Farm 