No, I did not buy a fat pig.
Home again from a protracted weekend filled with work and fun and rain and sunshine and wind and chickens and blooming, twining, unfurling, lush greenery. And sage! The white sage and the blue sage (salvia clevelandii) at Seasons in Sanger is ready to harvest, and I brought home to the thurifercorum two bags full up with them. Oh, and sweet myrtle! The new bright green leaves are so fragrant and will smell divine in some incense concoction I labor over in the future.
This is yet another year where the allergies that I normally brutally suffer from haven't actually materialized. It's weird. I knock on wood every time I say that now, just in case, y'know, knocking on wood actually helps to keep allergies at bay. It's lovely that I can traipse about in the wind and fluttering pollen without a care. This time of year normally means my eyes are nearly swollen shut, wind is my enemy, and going outside is viewed as a joke.
I'm back to work today. No time to fanny about any longer.