Today, after I shopped at the local farmers' market I stopped back at the ranch to check out Mom's garden. I was able to harvest some parsley, sage and thyme. I returned home, washed the herbs and set them out to dry. I chuckled...as would every folk singer, when I looked at my herbs and realized I had no rosemary. I thought, "I need rosemary so I can have my herbal foursome, "parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme"", just like the traditional Child ballad that was collected more than 200 years ago, that Simon and Garfunkel made famous.
Well, I thought about going out and harvesting the rosemary we have growing in front of the apartment. After a minute or so I thought better of it. Who knows how those herbs are tended? I do know, however, how my Mother tends to her garden, with love, respect and time. Just like she tends to her children and grandchildren. So, I smile as I sit in my kitchen and think, I am part of Mom's garden, too...parsley, sage, Rose Marie and thyme.
Happy Thanksgiving!
