sparkley sage rosemary and thyme
The day dawned with a post-deluge glow. The freshly scrubbed breeze was fragrant with rosemary and wild coastal sage. So deliciously crisp. I welcomed the cold on my morning walk, deliberately eschewing my sensible coat, wanting to feel the full effects of that bracing breeze. Unmuffled. Unbuffered.
When rosemary is wet with dew, you need only brush your fingers lightly along the leaves to completely inundate them with scent. To wrest the scent from some herbs, they must be crushed or bruised. Rosemary needs but a caress to surrender its essence.
In all my years walking this trail, I've only seen deer on one other occasion, a solitary young buck. This morning, there was a herd of five, contentedly munching on the rain soaked chapparal.
(You know the drill. Enlarge them!)