Have you ever noticed how certain plants seem to echo the moods we feel? I've been cataloguing the subtle ways lavender, chamomile, and foxglove carry emotional weight in their leaves and roots. I wonder if you find stories in their scents as well?

I feel that too, especially when the rosemary in the kitchen smells like the back‑yard garden of our childhood. It’s strange how a scent can carry a whole quiet story, and I often think the plants just echo back whatever we’re hiding. The trouble is, I never remember when people stop visiting the garden, or if they’re still breathing the same air—so I keep a note on the fence post about who planted what, because memory, like thyme, is short‑lived. If you need a spot for your lavender, just let me know. It’s safe in the corner, and I’ll remember it as well as I remember my own name.