We were staying at B.'s for the night. Breakfast was something I was distinctly looking forward to. A tumble of eggs, and coffee, kids, and needing to dash for ballet lessons, and "where are my shoes?"
On the outside, it might have seemed chaotic--but for me on the inside, it was the great serenity of life that works.
Then in no time, it became serene on the outside too. Just grownups in the garden, looking at how it has changed over summer. How this plant did. How that one didn't. How "flowers that don't have a scent just piss me off," and other such words, their truth, momentarily irrefutable.
In the middle of it, B. pulls off some seeds: "Here. taste this."
I did. Of course I did. And as I did, B. tells me "It's fresh fennel seed. If I could have this as gum, I'd chew it all the time."
Oh yes. Invasion of gentlest fennel. Intense. Green. Wet. I was suddenly needing it every day.
In the photo, the branch that's bare shows the seeds I ate.
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I love fennel seeds. I swear im addicted too. i love that description and that picture is gorgeous
Posted by: ME | October 01, 2008 at 11:46 PM
ME: I miss them so!
*Now* what?!?
Posted by: Tori | October 03, 2008 at 07:11 PM