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Monday, November 30, 2009


My dad bought me a rosemary bush. I'm not sure what he was thinking. Actually, I do know what he was thinking - "Callie likes rosemary. Andy makes bread. Maybe these to can get it together and make some rosemary bread. Or even if that never happens, maybe they can use the rosemary in some butter for a nice loaf of Panera bread. Those two are going to love this!"

I love the smell of rosemary in the house. Problem: I can't even keep a cactus alive. I tried. I don't know what possessed me to purchase a dog (and from the previous posts, we can all see how wonderfully that is working out). I noticed today that there is a set of care instructions attached to a branch (kinda like dry clean only clothing which is also not working out well). We have had the bush for a week and I just remembered that it was there. The instructions say, "If kept in pot, water daily." Oops.

The great thing about this rosemary bush is that it looks just like a little Christmas tree and that is exactly what it is going to be this year.

I can't wait to decorate it and put little presents around it for Abby to open on Christmas day. It's going to be a blast. Now, if I can just keep it alive until then... stay tuned for more updates on the little tree that is GOING to make it until Christmas.

1 comment:

  1. You can alway start raiding the branches from the bottom to the top. I'm sitting in the car reading this to dad and he's suggesting that you do use it in bread or in a turkey roast. It wasn't intended to stay alive for very giving someone a chicken he say's. Eat the eggs till you are tired of caring for it and then eat the chicken. LOL...the things that Dad thinks up!