My mom took this picture on Thanksgiving weekend, just before I got into the car to drive home. I am crouched on the soft carpet of thymus praecox that creeps between the flagstones and down the gravel driveway at my parents’ house. We had spent the weekend eating turkey, playing 45’s, walking through the woods, making pumpkin pie and cold plunging in the river. The icing on the cake, I thought, would be to help myself to some thyme before I drove away. The flagstones are in full sun and are bathed in full brackish air from the river at the bottom of the hill. Thyme loves this location. Feet, deer hooves, tires, ice and snow crush its leaves, but still, it thrives, wafting puffs of sweet thyme clouds with every step. I wanted this aromatic carpet between the flagstones in my back garden too.
So much thyme
So much thyme
So much thyme
My mom took this picture on Thanksgiving weekend, just before I got into the car to drive home. I am crouched on the soft carpet of thymus praecox that creeps between the flagstones and down the gravel driveway at my parents’ house. We had spent the weekend eating turkey, playing 45’s, walking through the woods, making pumpkin pie and cold plunging in the river. The icing on the cake, I thought, would be to help myself to some thyme before I drove away. The flagstones are in full sun and are bathed in full brackish air from the river at the bottom of the hill. Thyme loves this location. Feet, deer hooves, tires, ice and snow crush its leaves, but still, it thrives, wafting puffs of sweet thyme clouds with every step. I wanted this aromatic carpet between the flagstones in my back garden too.