Ugh, have I ever told you about my strange obsession with herbs? I cannot call a place “home” if it does not at least have one herb on either the windowsill or the balcony. I absolutely love to use fresh healthy green delicious herbs for cooking, and I love to see them develop and sprout as I cut them down during my use of their leaves. I love the taste of parsley, the sweet scent of sage, the pine-like sensation of rosemary and of course the ever so famous thyme used in soups, with meat and even in autumn salads.
This summer, we had to say goodbye to two beautiful huge pots of thyme and rosemary, because they both got sick. Our thyme started to lose its leaves and looking very dull, while as the rosemary got attacked by scales. We took them to my boyfriend’s parents’ house, where we placed them both outside as one last attempt to save them, although I do not have much fate. We will probably have to buy two new ones next year.
The sad thing about this is that we had them from when they were small plantlets. And they have grown so much during the past couple of years that they both are over 60X60 cm. I am sorry to see them go.