Megan decided to start drying some fresh herbs we bought, lest they go bad. It went well, and she was surprised at the useful yield. The thyme in particular, she said, really filled up a jar quite quickly.
“Too bad it wasn’t a gift,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“Because there’s no thyme like the present.”
I think she might be willing to talk to me again by the time I get home.
Leitourgeia kai Qurbana: Contra den Zeitgeist 
Stuff likes this makes me so glad that you pay me to be your friend! 😉
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