I have been with children all day.

Dinner ended, I cleaned up and started that glorious piece of machinery, the dishwasher and went outside to move the garbage to the curb.

And then I got lost…in my garden. I ended up in the herb garden and felt inspired to weed. How often does that happen? In flip flops, good jeans and a pink shirt, my hands found their proper place in the dirt pulling out weeds, thinning beets, raking the soil between the green onions and rows of lettuce. I harvested another four perfectly designed strawberries; that makes a total of five! I then moved into the herb beds: thyme, sage, oregano and then some, rosemary, chives, mint. I entered the third heaven as I crawled around in it letting the scent creep into my skin and saturate my pores with literal perfume.

I have come back in after an invigorating weed session and I smell like the herbs and I don’t want to take my clothes off ever. It truly is the perfume of God.