Here is a poem I just found in a notebook. I wrote this at a nature-based preschool conference. The session was about food and culture. We were asked to consider what memories are evoked by an herb or plant that we are connected to. I thought of basil. And my that my family loves pesto so we grow a lot of basil and freeze a lot of pesto.
O basil, you are bunched
shining in the sun
cut, smash, mix:
I smell pesto!
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