It was a wonderful morning to be in the garden. Smells from the "Dump Fire" have filled the night, and for me brought back memories I'd rather have stay away, of the Fires of Yellowstone (1988). But I was rescued by the smell of oregano. Moving into the garden chives and cilantro gave my taste buds the feeling I was ready for salsa.
Not to be outdone the tomato plants reminded me of their fine taste to come as I pinched back excess growth. Finally I was soothed by my wild and uncontrollable mint patch. Thank you dirt, worms, and water.