Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Metaphor


Arriving in a big city makes you feel small & broken like a young Basil plant which has fallen from a neighbor’s porch. Lucky for my fate, I rescued this little guy late last night and gave him a home.

Note: there was no way to give this back to the original owner. Had there been, I would have…

1 comment:

Margaret said...

let your basil plant grow and bloom, fill your home with its sweet scent, and make great pesto!