Rosemary Is a Strange Thing
February 5th, 2012 | Meera
Rosemary is a strange thing. Who else would store perfume inside a needle? A strange thing, Rosemary. You cannot take her measure just by looking. Inside just one green spine resides a piney forest, all entire.
Rosemary booms in the dry and the rocky, grows moldy and limp if life gets too easy. Rosemary doesn’t want tending by you or by anyone.
Find her in the desert, where more tender things die. Let her drink only what blows in off the salty sea winds.