Stay with me, please

We’re going to ‘winter’ together, my Rosemary and me.

The first year I ever planted rosemary, it grew into a bush, literally. It was the most gorgeous thing in my garden. After several years of making me believe we would be together for a very long time, she died. Proving to me that our climate is not the same as those places in the world where it can be grown for shrubs - hedges. There are places that actually enjoy rosemary hedges year after year. But I have persisted. Even if it has to be planted every spring, I will continue to do so because I do love everything about this plant. But I am going to give this overwintering thing a shot. In the meantime, I’m going to try some other techniques to keep it alive. This one will be indoors in the basement where the temperature is typically much cooler than the main floor. The sunlight from the doors will help too. Thankfully, it’s not a problem if the grandchildren pick the leaves and munch on them… IYKYK.

I have other plans for our gardening adventure too. John insists that he will become involved and it won’t be a one-woman job. If that is true, I’m on board. Sometimes, bigger is better. With things going the way they are, I’d like to be confident in our ability to grow as much of our own fresh food as possible.

I’m off to start the Thanksgiving feast for the day. 

Remembrance by-the-way. Rosemary is symbolic for remembrance, love, and friendship.