In our front yard on Arleta Avenue, we grew a large
and wonderfully healthy rosemary bush; prior to
purchasing a rosemary bush in a planter, my acquaintance
with rosemary was chiefly of the dried kind.
Fresh rosemary, clipped from the bush when I wanted to
make lemon rosemary roast chicken was a delightful
experience. The lemons grew on trees in the back
yard, in addition to three lemon trees that were already
growing there when we moved into the house in 1989.
We added a Myer dwarf lemon tree to the mix. I never
ran out of rosemary or lemons.
It was one of the gifts of the Arleta house, where oranges,
macadamia nuts, tangerines, grapes, nectarines, kumquats,
figs, avocadoes and olives grew in great abundance.
But out of all the trees that grew on a half-acre plot of
land, I think I miss the rosemary the most.
Rosemary is for remembrance.
“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance, pray you love,
Sandra Lee Smith
Originally composed January 23, 2015
Updated July 16, 2018