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!
