I have often thought Rosemary was a nice name for a girl. I don't know a Rosemary, but if I did, she would have dark skin and long, black, shiny hair that was pulled back in a braid. She'd walk lightly and say little, but when she spoke it would be worth listening to. She'd be the kind of friend you could be quiet with. Someone who enjoyed the simple things in life. She'd spend hours pulling weeds in her garden, pleasantly at peace with doing nothing else. She'd be a hummer, quietly singing songs behind her lips as she baked bread and homemade pies. Her cheeks round and her eyes brown. Eyes that squint and get lost in her face as she smiled.
Such nice thoughts to be paired with a flavor, when fresh, that is almost sweet and earthy at the same time. A flavor worth a personality.
I planted my "urban" herb garden this spring. It started with the basil and rosemary and now I have been through 3 basil plants (until finally getting one that would cooperate) and have added cilantro and mint to the family as well. I always wanted to grow an herb garden. Preferably in a kitchen above a sink with huge bright windows and shelves where all the plants basked in the sun. When I was a younger girl I imagined cooking, wine in hand... jazz on the radio, while reaching over to pluck a few sprigs of something and tossing it into the pot. In the shoebox I live in today, there's barely enough room to sit a soap dish above the sink. But, someday.
As for now, my front porch will have to do. :)
p.s. if anyone has tips on growing basil, let me know! It's a stubborn little booger.
Have a lovely week!
