My fingers smell like basil.

My fingers still smell like basil, and I like it.

The basil plants in my garden were heavy laden with green leaves. So I decided it was time to give them a good "hair cut" and make a couple batches of pesto (Btw, the pesto is yummy, just ask Angus. He couldn't stop eating it.)

Oscar was with me in the garden as I filled my orange bowl to the brim with basil leaves. I was telling him all sorts of tid-bits about basil, and the things you can do with it. After a minute of listening to me, he scrunched up his face and said, "Mom, could you stop? When you are talking about basil it makes my eyes fill with tears and I don't like it."

Well that surely shut me up.

He moved on to catching spiders, and I went back to sniffing my basil infused fingertips.