The strange discoveries you make when you walk in the garden. A few days ago I saw paper luminaries. Today as I was walking home, I didn't see anything special, but I smelt garlic. Not the garlic you find in supermarkets, not frying garlic, I mean growing, fresh garlic. It has a very distinctive smell, very pleasant, very soft, it makes you feel both hungry and relaxed. It hasn't feel like summer for quite a while, but it reminded me that we are in summertime.
Still, like the fire hazard of a few days ago, I wonder who is the cause of this. I might be wrong, but I think someone has been growing garlic here. I cannot complain. I love garlic, love its smell in a kitchen, love its taste, I love everything about it but the garlic breath it leaves. But I can live with it, since I enjoy the other aspects so much. Anyway, I love walking in the garden, it's one of the little quiet moments I am particularly fond of in a day. The smell of fresh garlic was an added pleasure this evening.
13 hours ago