We can always start again – proverb on teabag
Those roots were deep,
harder to get out
than I thought,
my neighbor said, bending
to dig out the dead rosemary –
a vast bush in our garden’s center
that hadn’t survived winter’s
record cold. Only last summer, our
community couldn’t give away enough:
Rosemary for soup, salads,
what have you. Please clip, trim,
so our elderly plant stays strong.
Plenty for everyone. Today, we mourn.
Tomorrow, we plant lavender,
owning our love of new starts.