The lovliness of Rosemary

The nearness of spring is in the air. It seems as if you can smell it - what with
all the jonquils, oriental magnolias, flowering quince, and spireas blooming, etc.
My rosemary is beginning to bloom for the first time.

March, year before last, my mother and I visited the Alabama Shakespeare Festival
Theater and gardens, which is part of the Winton Blount Cultural Park. In the
Bard's Garden there were hedges of rosemary with their exquisite blue blooms. And to be sure, the smell is divine.