Basil

September is late for basil. My patch, still fragrant, overflowing now with flowers, is finally abandoned by the bumble bees who spent the summer cheerfully denying me access to it. When I bend down to breath in the summery scent, though, I can see the bottom-most leaves spotting, turning yellow.
And so, it is time to trim the leaves, make the pesto, and freeze it for winter…