When I had just arrived in the Old Dominion, I was somewhat adopted by an English lady who sold antiquarian books and kept an especially tidy herb garden. (I've always enjoyed exploring such places). Once, I proposed incorporating a little lavender in our omelette, and it was pretty spiffy. She began to call me, Moppet.
You brought her the attention of lavender and the sensual pleasures of nature - how nice
ReplyDeleteI only pluct the lavender, mon vieux. She furnished it; and had the wit to distribute it with the discretion of her vocabulary: enough for a grace note, without smothering the underlying ingredient.
ReplyDeleteSubtle, surprising, superb.
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