A Slice of My Life

I've killed so many rosemary plants since moving to Oak Hill fifteen years ago. None lasted more than a season.... except this one. I planted this one in a raised garden bed, filled with homemade compost and good soil, and fed it comfrey tea. It grew and grew and grew, and even after our first good frost it still looks good. I'm hopeful that it will come back in the spring and continue to grow well.

The scent of rosemary takes me back to childhood summers spent at my grandparents' ranchette, riding my horse through the underbrush. Evidently rosemary grows wild in southern California. It brings back such wonderful memories.

“As for Rosemary I let it run all over my garden walls not only because my bees love it but because it is a herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, when a sprig of it hath a dumb language.”
~ Sir Thomas More (1478-1535)


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