The Spice of Thyme

"...All this bubbling of sap and slipping of sheaths and bursting of calyxes was carried to her on mingled currents of fragrance. Every leaf and bud and blade seemed to contribute its exhalation to the pervading sweetness in which the pungency of pine-sap prevailed over the spice of thyme and the subtle perfume of fern, and all were merged in a moist earth-smell that was like the breath of some huge sun-warmed animal."
-Edith Wharton, _Summer_

This will be typed in by my awesome helper Rebecca; I'm not well enough to use computers currently but you know that detail wouldn't stop me from popping in to say hey, I'm still here and I'm still with you! And, though it is the "dead of winter," a fallow time in the Northern Hemisphere, especially tucked into this rural pocket in Vermont blanketed with thick wooly snow, I hold strong visions of the Summer that will be here soon enough...

xox - Nicole / P.O. Box 1812 / Brattleboro, VT / 05302