“I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat, or a prostitute.” ― Rebecca West, The Young Rebecca: Writings, 1911-1917
Friday, September 7, 2012
Yeah!
Finally had some good luck today. The sun finally came out and I took a walk around the yard looking for flowers to cut. Found a lovely wild white rose bush with one white flower (lots of thornes though). And I found a whole garden of thyme (I planted it four years ago) among the ten foot high weeds, and then particularly good luck, some sage. I had been to the market this morning looking for sage and none to be found. I had wanted to make a pasta dish for Sunday lunch that I made previously, and the sage is what gives it its lovely taste. Now I have to find our hedge clippers so I cut down some of the weeds. Not exaggerating when I say ten feet high. Have no clue what it is, but it has little white flowers, but nothing to write home about.
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