Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.
My company is called Ciné-Tamaris, which is rosemary. That's my speed. Hot water and herb.
An album is a garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow.
I was in this restaurant and I asked for something herby. They gave me a Volkswagen with no driver.
I have a living wall of 30 plants - tarragon, rosemary, echinacea. I like to walk alongside it, plucking and chewing.
And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.
I wish I gardened. I don't have a space for a garden. I'm in an apartment in New York but I do lots of stuff. I read and write and hang out with people. I go see movies.
It's a comfort to always find pasta in the cupboard and garlic and parsley in the garden.
My hobby is gardening, I love it, it's my main hobby. I like being at home and I'm very happy being in my house, I love cooking.
Says the girl with no thyme.
As for the garden of mint, the very smell of it alone recovers and refreshes our spirits, as the taste stirs up our appetite for meat.
Fresh herbs really belong anywhere you put them.
I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season.
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
