leaving at sunrise with my little girl wrapped in a carrier.
greeting the garden, harvesting our food,
plucking basil, thyme and mint.
finger-raking chamomile flowers into mason jars.
bringing my dream-scented bounty back to wash,
folded into flour sack towels and transferred to drying screens.
in a few days these flowers will be ready for packaging.
eventually arriving in your hands
to your mug
to your mouth to savor, your nose to breathe.