… fresh picked herbs in the summertime.
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Unless, of course, they are fresh herbs from the ‘little garden that could’ that you planted with your family.
And unless it’s with that little family that each day you patiently water the boxes that hold the plants…..
And unless those are the boxes that you spent Mother’s Day hand painting with that same little family…
After you spent the early afternoon of the same day building those beautiful boxes together…
And then spent weeks, watching and waiting patiently for your veggies and herbs to grow….
And then… when those same little baby hands that are able to see the full process in effect, and pick the grown herbs….
And then come into the kitchen on a lazy Saturday morning and cook with his mommy.
Yep. Now that’s what there’s just absolutely nothing in the world like.
I will hold these very special moments in my heart and in my mind forever.
~K

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