On, In, and Around Mondays: Basil, Vines, and Possibility

Red notebook in hand, I sit near the little herb garden. It seems important to write in the place I am going to tell you about, rather than recalling it later at a keyboard.



And isn't it good for my soul, after all, to listen to the dance of hemlocks, maples and wind. This sound could be water if I didn't know better. Funny how things are more the same than we let them be.



The garden contains possibility— basil for red sauce, sage for French lentil salad, rosemary for new potatoes, chives for cream cheese (my daughters love to snip green stems with scissors).



Just a few years ago, this yard had too many views of trampolines, garages, tree house, chain link fence. But I have cultivated possibility, let vines grow, allowed branches to come between me and the neighbors.



Is that all it takes sometimes? A few short years of letting go... leaning into possibility... to find such as this? I get on my knees beside the little herb garden, push my camera towards beauty, and click.

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On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place.

Would you like to try? This week, consider writing something about your yard and add your link below. If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)