Recently I noticed the tips of the sage turning brown, which sent me into something of a panic. It seems I hadn’t even considered the possibility it would not remain green and fragrant well into winter. Sensing my chances for doing so diminishing, yesterday I decided to harvest a few bundles and while I could have just peeled off behind Taco Bell, I went for scenic instead. Zoom into the picture below to see totaled cars and rotting appliances at the bottom of the ravine.
At the post office, sending off what I thought were several very well packed parcels off to friends without the wilderness at their back door, the clerk at the counter weighed each one and without looking up, remarked, “sending some sage, huh?”
