We spent Sunday at my Aunt and Uncle’s house; eating, playing games and chattering. My Auntie is a nurturer. She grows things. From kind, big-hearted nieces to a garden full of billowing herbs.
I spotted the sage quick smart. I love its furry, puppy ear leaves. The heady, gutsy aroma. The manner in which it curls and envelops other ingredients, both literally and figuratively. I glanced at it one too many times before my interest was apparent to all. An hour later I left with a bag of cut leaves (maybe 200 or so) and a cutting to plant at home. READ MORE