It's getting to the time of the year when the sun starts to come into the kitchen at breakfast, which improves the start of the day ... These dried flower heads are in an old blue and black jar marked "SAGE," which belonged to my paternal grandmother. I have no memory of her actually keeping sage - presumably dried, for sage and onion stuffing? - in it, but I remember it sitting in her pale-green glass fronted kitchen cabinet. Mind you, I can't remember her cooking anything other than Birds Eye powdered custard, served in a jug (to accompany what? tinned peaches?). That doesn't stop me being very fond of the little jar.
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