Summer scents
My garden has two distinct smells, these days. In the evening, when I go to gather herbs or zucchini for dinner, I get the wonderful fragrance of the Linden tree in full bloom, just behind our bedroom.
In the morning, wheh I go out after a nice bowl of hot oatmeal, the distinctive smell of stale, cheap beer.
No worries, it's not drunken homeless people crashing in my bushes.
No, it's something much, much worse.
(This image isn't actually from my garden; I always forget the camera, so I borrowed this pic from the fabulous Marie Viljoen. Ours is grosser. It has mostly slugs. Giant slugs. Yay Oregon.)
In the morning, wheh I go out after a nice bowl of hot oatmeal, the distinctive smell of stale, cheap beer.
No worries, it's not drunken homeless people crashing in my bushes.
No, it's something much, much worse.
(This image isn't actually from my garden; I always forget the camera, so I borrowed this pic from the fabulous Marie Viljoen. Ours is grosser. It has mostly slugs. Giant slugs. Yay Oregon.)
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