The Rosemary That Couldn’t, The Writer That Can

Trying to over-winter a mediterranean plant in New England reminds me—not just in gardening—that it’s usually better to take the time to do something the right way. My fingertips smell of rosemary and lavender. Product of the waiting? Of high aspirations? An excuse to keep them from being idle? They’re restless—aching to work. But when […]