When we moved here, about five years ago, I carefully transplanted some rosemary from our old garden to a pot. Each Spring it went outside, and each Fall it came back in. It seasoned many meals.But, when we went away for four days last week, I neglected to provide for its care in our absence and returned to find it had shuffled off the mortal coil.
The trip was well worth it, if only because it was the first time my wife and I had traveled alone since the kids came along. I will, however, miss my fragrant friend.
Funeral services will held Saturday, when, after a gentle soak in water, the remains will be gently placed on a bed of coals in my grill's firebox - to season, for one last time, a picnic shoulder.
Flowers are gratefully declined.
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3 comments:
Sniffle, reminds me of the one I lost last year. I had transplanted it in the fall from the garden and put it in the basement under lights just like I'd done the previous year. But this time something was different and it was soon laid low by a fungal infection. Life sucks, but nothing sucks as much as death.
Man!
Thats hard to believe!!!
We got a rosemary bush that we neglect like a vegoterrorist at the meat market...and that thing won't stop growing.
Its like plantzilla outta prison...
Ok, so the dramatics are a bit much. But our "Dining Room Manager" hacked it down and it came back ten-fold!
Tyrone,
I wish this thing would come back. As winter arrives in Buffalo (NO it's not as bad as you think!) Having a hardy herb growing fresh is a godsend. But this thing isn't only merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead.
But, I'll bet the Pork Picnic comes out gooooooood!
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