I almost jumped for joy when I saw pots of rosmarinus officinalis plants at potted herb section of the supermarket.
I bought my first … and watered it to death with my enthusiasm. Wisdom stepped in and prompted me read up before I sacrificed anymore of them. The second lasted longer and grew to thrice its size before giving up its ghost.
I guess we learn from our mistakes – I had better! I didn’t want anymore (rosemary) blood on my hands. So I controlled the watering further and and it paid off. Subsequent rosemary plants thrived and grew in size.
Then I decided to plant the rosemary out in the open where they would have more space. This meant subjecting them to full sun and our punishing torrential tropical storms.
I had to make sure the plants never got wet feet for too long, so I dug a trench along the trough and planted the rosemary shrubs on mounds of well-drained soil. It seems to be working.
mites, insects, whatever … which leave horrid unsightly blotches on the rosemary leaves. They drive me up the wall. I pinch them with my bare hands and squish the life out of them.
Like most uninvited guests, they come and go as they please. I wish they could read – then I’d post huge signs they simply couldn’t miss. For now I guess I’ll just have to deal with them in my own way.
Here they are – my rosemary plants growing alongside the sage and bay …