Faith, Folklore, and Friends

You prepare a table before me in the  presence of my enemies.  You anoint  my head with oil; my cup overflows. Psalm 23:5

We plant basil every year.  This year, we bought seeds of Dark Purple Opal basil from  Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds .  It has done very well. Some of it is five feet tall and very bushy.  There is enough basil here to feed the whole county we live in.  We actually eat very little of it; we grow it for the butterflies and bees and the aroma it releases when you brush up against it in the garden. The pictures above are from an area in the garden that gets full sun.  The ones below are planted in an area that is shaded part of the day.  I've learned that the ones in the sun are not as purple as the ones in the shade.   The bumblebees and butterflies absolutely love them.  Basil is an annual and will be killed by the first frost.  If you love basil and live close to me, I will be happy to share with you.  

Try to remember the kind of September                       When life was slow and oh so mellow Try to remember the kind of September                     When grass was green and grain so yellow Try to remember the kind of September                      When you were a young and a callow fellow Try to remember and if you remember                   Then follow--follow, oh-oh.    Try to Remember , Lyrics by Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt  On this day when we remember horror, grief, and hopelessness, be still and be comforted by the beauty of God's creation all around us.

There is nothing, Sir, too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the great art of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible. ~Samuel Johnson   May your day be blessed with beauty in the small things.  Stop.  Look closely. It is there.