Tucked inside three layers of folders on my Google Drive in a document I’ve titled “Notes” is the genesis of my “next big writing project.” For the past few weeks, I’ve been tossing in quotes and vignettes. I’ve written some introductory thoughts.
For the past several months, I’ve been growing herbs on the windowsill in my kitchen. I have a spindly basil plant that was full of leaves until last weekend when I made a tomato, cucumber, and basil salad and stripped him halfway bare. Not to worry: he’s happily sprouting dozens of new little buds that will soon season a summer full of salads in the Craig house.