What is this?
Sacre frigging bleu! Fennel.
Fennel! Apparently planted, by hand, in The Girl’s backyard.
And is this basil? Fresh basil, coming out of the ground, and not a plastic blister pack?
This is a miracle! Monsieur Tea! TEA!
Come here! You have to see this.
This had better be good, Frenchie. I was in the middle of brewing
a particularly smoky Lapsang Souchong.
Oh it is. Le hell has officially frozen over. The Girl has
extracted herself from a seated position long enough to
plant herbs in the backyard. Look! Sweet basil, English sage, Moroccan mint,
rosemary, chives, and dill!
Mais oui! I saw her hands myself. At first I thought that
she had just gone a little bit crazy while eating a box of
Fran’s Gray Salt Caramels. But now I see–her hands were dirt-covered,
not chocolate-covered! Look, Tea. There is fennel, and I think
I even see shallots.
I need a few silent moments just to process it all.