Every spring/summer, I purchase a rosemary plant. Some years it’s small, part of an assortment of other herb pots for my porch windowboxes. Some years it’s a big plant that lives in a pot all it’s own. One year I bought a fancy overpriced heart-shaped topiary. It all just depends on what catches my eye. As the weather turns chilly, I bring it inside. The only thing that remains consistent is that every year, I proceed to kill it – every damn year – which necessitates the need for a new one the following spring. Circle of life, right on my back porch. This year, though, seems to be different. I brought the latest plant inside and it seems to be doing ok. Maybe we’ll make it.
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