Forget the worst Rogers and Hammerstein song ever written that contains that phrase.
This picture accidentally contains a few of my favorite things. 1). Flowers I cut from my own lame-ass climbing rose vine. 2) Using a Perrier bottle for a bud vase. I know. It’s so Eighties like Nancy Reagan’s couture fashions or Dynasty. 3). Local tomatoes. If this one is like its mate from yesterday, it will be delicious. 4). Imported Herbes de Provence that come in this cool stoneware crock.
This is a just a snapshot. I could crop it and make it all artsy, but that’s not me. This stuff is me.