Breakfast on the patio / July

Returned from morning run with j.v at 6:30 this morning anticipating m.a would have breakfast ready on the back patio.  She did.   Ten minutes later we were alone and she was weeding the flower bed on the west side of the patio.  The position of the mid-July sun back-lights hundreds or thousands of insects & spider webs across the entire yard to the east.  She was pulling an herb or some seasoning from the pot to my side.   The smell of the herb lingered in the air around us.   The scent of this herb that I can’t name that variously recalls both summertime salads and wintertime soups being cut up on Sunday mornings by m.a registered differently this morning like lilac out of season.  This scent this morning mixed with the scent of garden dirt, mulch and m.a.   This familiar, warm, scent of nourishment so freely tended to by m.a for me for so many years blended with the scent of my run and of m.a and I was aroused unexpectedly and wanted to give her everything I’m not capable of.