I was just picking some rosemary to go on a pork roast. In some climates, rosemary survives the winter, but in Pennsylvania it has to be brought inside. Rosemary is a wonderful herb with curative effects and it is great for making wreaths. Marie-Antoinette loved herbs and probably had rosemary in her gardens at Trianon.
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The Mystical Doctor
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I ilke rosemary, too. It reminds me of incense. It is great to have lots of it around the house at Christmas time.
"Rosemary for remembrance." I always liked that.
That post reminds me of two things. First, I love rosemary even more since my favorite novelist, Elizabeth Goudge, mentioned it so often. And two, as a native Pennsylvanian, I sometimes miss those mountain winters. I love Ohio, but when God makes the valleys exalted and the mountains and hills laid low, he won't have much work around here.
I agree, melanie, about the incense.
Yes, Jeffrey, I drove through the mountains near Altoona yesterday and they were covered with snow, it was beautiful.
Yes, rosemary was used a great deal in the old days. I have never read Elizabeth Goudge but I have been planning on it for awhile.
Reminds me of the old English poem: "Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who was there, She was once a true love of mine."
Here are the lyrics of the original song, which predates Simon and Garfunkel by several hundred years:
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine
Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine
If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine
Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine
Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine
If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine
Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine
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The above lyrics are from this link. Scarborough Fair took place in the middle ages during Lammas-tide at what was a thriving port. Each of the herbs represent a certain virtue.
It is also in Tasha Tudor's book of nursery rhymes!
"Love imposes impossible tasks" wow, isn't that the truth.
What in the heck is Lammas-tide?
It was the latter part of August, after the feast of the Assumption on Aug.15.
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