People and spice

I’m watching fresh basil in a glass in the light. The roasted red pepper soup down and now the Vegetable soup is simmering. I have plants under my nails turning a brown and read (I meant red, but I like read) and green. When I bring them close to my face they smell like cilantro and parsley and remind me of Pat. Must be masculine spices – sweet and edgy. But the smell of garlic and honey reminds me of C. And lavender – my mom. Tula – fur and cotton and clean. And Rosemary, rosemary reminds me of our yard in California in the sun with the jays.

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