Mary's mother Eva grew a rosemary bush in an oversized terra cotta pot. During the winter it was kept in the warm and dry cellar. Each spring, after the threat of frost passed, two sons carried the pot across the pea gravel driveway to the garden alongside the chicken house.Each Sunday morning before church, Mary's father Joe broke off a big sprig of rosemary and placed it in the buttonhole of his suitcoat lapel.
"He thought he was a big deal!" Mary declared.
[Ed Searl]
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