The time of the cherries has passed and given way to peaches and nectarines (I eat them daily) and field tomatoes and corn. All grown in Southern Ontario, fresh and juicy.
What I do when I see rosemary, in pots or a bush in a garden: I run my palms up the sides and then bury my nose in my palms. And breathe in the fragrance.
We're blessed to be so well-fed. Think of all the work that went into producing our food, from the earth to the seeds and the humans who cultivated it and got it all the way to our tables. Think of all the people who don't have enough to eat, and help in any way you can, even if it's just giving your lunch to a homeless person you pass in the street.