Milo is an old hand at plant murder. He knows to chew at the base of the stem just above the root ball. Once the deed is done, he is wont to look contrite but it's all an insincere act. Don't you believe it. He means not one look of it because he does it again and again. This time, it was a 4-year old rosemary and I was devastated. It is times like these when one wonders what dog meat tastes like in a Provençal herb stew.
To comfort myself, I bought 3 pots of rosemary from Cold Storage at Guthrie House. Aren't they beautiful? And here is my equally fragrant hyssop. It tastes great on chicken. I don't yet have enough leaves to make a hyssop roast chicken but soon...
And here is my rocket salad. After months of waiting, it looks finally ready for harvest. Yum! Yum!
And won't you please look at the lemon thyme? After months of languishing, it has exploded into a mass of fragrant green leaves. I am so pleased!!