Basil, Basil

  Salad days. Youth, summer, innocence. We can stand to get a little Shakespearean sometimes, can we not? Lettuce is going to seed in our garden, herbs are fragrant in the air from small hands brushing through them on the way to a game of make-believe. I have a...

Lavender Honeycake

    Oh, lavender. French gardens, milled soap, summer days, fresh-smelling wardrobes. Cake. No? Not a fan of soapy-tasting cake, as a friend of mine describes lavender in baked goods? Okay. Maybe just look at the photos and skip this next part. Ahem. For...