She stood in the very middle of white Thyme that was in full bloom ...just waiting for those dainty little feet? The sight of this little person so appropriately carpeted. I was not listening very attentively, but really thinking "Goodness I'd love to build a garden for HER one day". How exquisite it would have to be; how anxious I would be to please her. I was just rounding off these thoughts with "Yes, I'd like to do a little garden for her before I die" when someone touched her arm and said "You're standing on a plant." "It's QUITE alright," I said "it likes it, honestly, those serphyilum thymes are made to walk on, they make lawns of them you know". Of course it depends who does the walking!

I was telling the story to one who knows me pretty well. She listened with a broad smile on her face, "And how you'd have fumed if it had been anyone else."