and I am grateful for the peace of a yoga class . . .
a safe journey back to Tampa . . .
fresh basil . . .
OK, the basil seems a little off but I love basil on my pizza, mixed with mozzarella and tomatoes in a salad, baked in ziti, in almost any sandwich. It's such a clean fresh earthy taste with an aroma so heavenly. So darn it, I am grateful for my little basil plant that I have yet to be able to kill. With my track record, I don't have high hopes for an extended life span but in the meantime, it greets me every morning from the window sill and brightens my day. Amen.
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