Once upon a Thyme,
It had been a sad day for Rosemary. As soon as she smelt the
scents coming from the kitchen she knew he was in trouble. That combination of
tomato and mozzarella meant only one thing, he was done for. She turned to
Basil and smiled sadly.
Once he had gone who would comfort her. She turned to the
Lemongrass and just wished she was Lemon Balm. It was no good listening to him growing
in the next bed, he was a real Dill.
From the planted Belfast sink a voice spoke. It was Tarragon
and he was as near to the Sage as anyone. “Let him go Rosemary. Where there is
Lovage, there is life.”
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