Sunday, October 16, 2011

"Oh but love grows where my Rosemary goes..." Not.

 Some might wonder about the name of this blog.  "Hypochondriac" refers to my incessant fussing over my plants. I'm not a hypochondriac about myself.  This post will highlight the issue at hand.

My pot of Rosemary is in  a bad way.  I don't know quite what happened but I brought it inside after spending the summer outside and it immediately started dropping needles. It didn't do this last year so I am fairly certain it is doomed.  Which is a shame because it was a big beautiful pot and frankly, which herb goes better with chicken and roast potatoes?

Chuck thinks I am worrying needlessly.  And anyway he says "everything has a life span.  Maybe it just got old."   Maybe.  Anyway, hmph!