Over the last year or so, we’ve been cultivating a bit of a herb garden. It’s nothing brilliant, but it’s given us enough basil and mint to be able to keep them off the shopping list.
In that time we’ve killed quite a few plants. Now, if you believe what people who actually know something about plants say, rosemary is a dead simple herb to grow. In fact it should be virtually unkillable.
Our first attempt to grow rosemary failed when Tina decided she needed some of its leaves for a roast. Our garden was left with what could best be described as a rosemary stick. Our second attempt was possibly overwatered (rosemary is supposed to like it dry), and died after getting some kind of white covering that may or may not have been a fungus. Our third attempt appeared to be underwatered – there’s a difference between “liking it dry” and “turning greyish-brown”, apparently. Our fourth attempt was from seeds, which I never saw again after they went into the soil.
Today I planted our fifth attempt. I’m working on a theory that some of the previous ones didn’t have enough room to spread their roots, so this one is in a bigger pot than I think is naturally warranted. I haven’t decided yet whether to give it a bit of welcome-to-your-new-home moisture before leaving it dry. We’ll see.
Updates as they come.