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My chamomile is in bloom and taken over a good section of my garden. It makes my heart sing. I don't bother trying to grow neat little rows of perfectly planned plants, I embrace the "weeds", uncertain of what they may be until they reach maturity. A surprise gift from mother nature. As a result stinging nettle grows wild amongst my peas, chamomile weaves it ways through kale and cilantro, yarrow bookends the cucumbers, oregano, mint and lemon balm have cropped up everywhere and plantain sprouts amongst my tomatoes. It is perfect. Mother nature does not create useless plants. My lawn is more clover then grass and as a result it hums with bees on a sunny day. I have be identifying with the queen of pentacles a lot these days. Nothing is more sacred to me then those early mornings after the dew dries when I can collect herbs and flowers for drying, then enjoy a cup of tea. Everything else can wait.