Rosemary roots

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Notes on a Sunday evening

This afternoon I pulled a desiccated rosemary bush out of a pot and was engulfed in its woodsy, floral, almost medicinal scent. It had been terribly pot bound and as I pulled the tangled mat apart the scent kept wafting up at me. I think even the roots are fragrant. My fingers, which are still grimy and dark at the tips with soi…