Big Juri was over last week with his spunky little bud of a granddaughter to help my brother harvest and sort his tulsi. My brother is all about ayurveda and thinks of tulsi as material for a special tisane good for the health of our bodies, whereas I feel it to be the living, photosynthesizing body of the goddess Tulasi Devi and am squeamish about the idea of gathering its leaves with an end toward boiling them in water. I took pictures, hammed for little Rosebud, laughed nervously in strained chitchat with my brother.