Basil-ica

A cottagecore/goblincore playlist on a Sunday morning, Haley Heynderickx and Cosmo Sheldrake trading sweet, playful verse in a sunlit patch of floor. The tardigrade in its shrubbery with its little dappled patch of moss, the bug collector scooping the centipede out the window, easing the praying mantis priest carefully into a jam jar. A small disturbance of anise, sharp and green and dark, and then the green rushes in through the window, tangy lemon balm and the acrid green resin of unripe fruit leaves and clean, crisp cedar, a breeze of honeyed effervescence gone flat, warm and golden and slightly sleepy. The sound a fern makes when it uncurls, a soft incantation for rainy windowsills, a potion brewed in a thimble, a love letter from the slug to the fruiting vine.