So I found beauty all over the little cracks in the asphalt. Camomile. It's an herb that grows usually in Germany and the Mediterranean. Our Camomile is wild and grows everywhere and it's native to Southern California. It doesn't have the pedals, but all the wonderful qualities of the others are present in our herbal weeds. I walk and smell it's aroma and how great is fresh Camomile tea?
I learned all-over again how much fun it is to fix-up the yard. Today would be perfect to do it all over again, but my work was just day before yesterday, and the rain (surprise) made the soil too muddy to work. Monday's forecast at 80 degrees and I'm getting some gloves ready. I may even have some flowers to plant by then. My lawns are the best they've been in a long time I have to consider we have burn patches from our recent and rare freezes this past month. I'm doing this not because I wanted to do it, but because Steve's still hurt from the firefighting mishap and falling off that bluff. I may get him to watch "Breaking Dawn II" today. Nah. But I found joy in playing in the yard and something I forgot I loved.