Pinch of baharat on the peach.
And this was a lunch for a queen.
After I'd picked the basil, I looked back and there was a female goldfinch noshing on the seeds. I let my herbs go to flower and seed, because I usually have all I need off them already. And the flowers are often lovely.
Then the seeds come in handy for roving bands of goldfinches. I already saved all the basil seeds I need, so I can start seed next year. I'll leave the rest for the goldfinches, our state bird, dropping in numbers because of habitat loss, least I can do, really.
At the libe this morning I picked up a book on moss gardens, and a chat with circ desk friends about succulents. They're trying to rehab an old jade plant that sort of fell apart, so they didn't burst out laughing at my experiments. Kindred spirits.
And home to look at the book which told me more than I wanted to know about moss, its care and feeding. Turns out it's aJapanese book, should have known, great photography, extreme care with handling everything, many quizzes to qualify the reader to continue with the moss journey. Not exactly for me, but it did trigger a nice thought, which, you know how it is, I put into action instantly.
Dug out a lovely old Vermont Pottery platter, greenish brownish glaze, friendly for plants, realized I had containers of glass pebbles and beach glass for a bed, and installed the Three Little Succulents in their pots in this posh new home.
So here they are in their new digs.
The platter we bought, along with some other lovely pieces, on a trip we made 50 years ago, when I was about five months' pregnant with Handsome Son, whose birthday it is today. There must have been a subconscious river of thought about this. And about Handsome Partner whose sixth anniversary is also today, and with whom I picked out the pottery.
It's all good.
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