Herbinmachin ~ to make a lovely planter of herbs (idiom, St. Paul’s UCC Woodstock, VA)
Earlier this spring our Stewardship and Missions Committee came up with the idea of creating planters with three herbs each for sale to raise money for our fuel assistance program. It was a fun, creative, inexpensive project with assistance from a local farmer, and lovely planters for a dollar each from a local store with the same name. I joined in a repotting party one afternoon. I came home from the party smelling like heaven with seven planters to share with four of our neighbors, our two sons, and one for ourselves.
That evening, I placed our planters on our deck to get them acclimated to the weather. The next morning I let our dog Kiko out to do what dogs do. To my horror, he went directly to those planters and…began to eat them. Before I could intervene, he’d nibbled a good portion off of a mint plan.
Kiko has a nose for food. When I open a package of meat, he will race to my side, nose in the air, sniffing. If it is steak, he doesn’t leave my side, following me from the kitchen to the grill, to the table where he will lay down next to me. As soon as we stand up following the meal, he’s up and heading towards his food bowl already drooling because he knows he will get a bite of meat. Kiko is most decidedly a carnivore, but the fragrance of the herbs must have drawn him like a bee to honey. He has a penchant for herbs. He was Herbinmunchin. Go figure.
Psalm 34 says, “Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see – how good God is. Blessed are you who run to him.” (The Message)
Open to God’s goodness ~ Anne