My very own sage

In front of my house there is what most people would call a "garden" but I tend to correct them when the term is used and say it's more like an accident. It began as a planned project, carefully thought out and all that, but it's proved more difficult to maintain than I'd hoped, and now it really is a bit of a disaster.

And yet, a caller at the door yesterday actually complimented me on the mature beds of lavender and the newly-flowering sage, which actually looks rather good right now (and, of course, smells absolutely gorgeous). I must admit to being flattered yesterday, even if I feel a bit undeserving of the praise.