My next door neighbor has some oregano that's so ignored it'd best be described as feral. She told me I was "welcome to take all you want, anytime."
Now and then, she sees me skulking past in the bright morning light, wearing an oversize t-shirt and boxers, barefoot and bedhead sticking about wildly, with scissors in one hand and a couple sprigs in the other. For some reason, she's usually laughing when I notice her...
That reminds me. I need to sneak over to my old neighbors' house and grab some fresh chives.
ReplyDeleteThe mental image is priceless, but at least you smell like Italian food. :)
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