Delilah's Visit...
...Half way through May, a muggy heat settled into the Akron area. Those spring days of light rain and of sunlight squeezed momentarily through the clouds somehow transports me into memory days of moist garden delights with new discoveries of herbal treasures. One of my best memories is that of a now long gone herb farm that was the enjoyable place to commune with nature and to search out special decorating nuggets. The damp smells of moist earth and dripping herb plants after a light morning shower left a woodsy memory for me that is triggered whenever it is mild and the potted plants are still wet. Many years of having tea and breakfast in my own gardens has left me with more memories of the visitors to Johnson House herb gardens. As I dined on scrambled eggs with chive from my own plants, I was often greeted by Sydney the mole. Oscar the toad was one to hop by, undisturbed by my morning presence. Several butterfly buddies stopped by for a delicate sip from the shallow water tr