In the spirit of summer, I always try to have a glass of this on hand.
Reaching for a handful of fresh herbs, on a quick stroll through the garden, while taking compost out to the pile.
It starts my day with a burst of fragrance, a bit of nostalgia (breath in, oh lavender), and a reminder to drink. Water. More water.
It feels like a treat, a delicacy and is a token to help cherish these long, hot days of summer. Most days it is mint and lavender, but then there are the sage and citrus marigold days, and cilantro blossoms are running a close 3rd.
So, we (yes, my glass is often in the hands of another family member, or two…) slow down and drink. Quench. And toast, with each glassful, to the beauty of summer.