It's harvest time and a few weeks ago, I was given an amazing bouquet of basil, from someone's garden. I pulled of a leaf. I recognized it for what it was, absolutely gorgeous and mouthwatering. I couldn't wait to taste it, in a yummy dish. I knew if I put it in the fridge it would disappear forever and besides, it was so beautiful and fragrant, I wanted to have it around to look at and enjoy. As usual, I was without time to tend to it properly, so I shoved it into a glass of water.
When I was growing up in California, my mother womaned a Community Garden. It was in my paternal grandmother’s field, behind our home. We had such amazing summers growing, admiring and eating our fruits and veggies. I could just sit for hours, day after day with my feet in the warm black soil. My mother had always reminded me that the entire area that our town was built on was once a dairy pasture. We owed it to those cows for our rich black soil.