Are You Going to Scarborough Fair?

Today I might as well have been carrying a message for your once true love. I was surrounded by all the herbs sans parsley, which grows somewhere because it's in everything, but not our garden. Some of the herbs were attempting world domination in a Pinky and the Brain sort of manner, so they needed a little trimming. In addition to the rosemary, sage, and thyme, there were olive trees and this small flowery herb that in Finnish sounds like melissa (my supervisor doesn't know the English name). Oh yum, I want to smell like melissa; it's so refreshing and soft.

I was sorely tempted to cut topiary out of the rosemary I was trimming. For sanity of myself and everyone else coming to the garden, I'm glad I didn't.