Metaphor

I have probably posted this new year non-metaphor every year for 5 years or so.  This one was particularly distinctive as it was blanched by being under some lazily discarded herb cuttings.  

Also:  my helpful assistant and I got the garlic planted in the morning (Marco, for the record), and I managed a very nice very brisk walk through the Botanics and Inverleith Park in the afternoon.  

I could get used to this.