This is the tiny herb patch that’s a few steps from the back door.

Beside it is my “Thinking Chair”

I go there just after dawn (it faces south east and the sun rises to the left of this picture) or later for my morning coffee and just sit. And think. And re-think. And think some more after another cup of coffee.

BTW, the white lady in the middle of the semi-circle is my Goddess of the Harvest. She is wearing a diver’s helmet because I’m CERTAIN that all the men in the house had bets on about how many times they could knock her over with the ride-on lawn mower.

I still can’t find her head :o(

Oooh. Another decapitation. Am I haunted? Much?