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Rosemary for Remembrance
What would you say true love is?
Many say it’s fragile. I believe it’s strong, persistent, timeless.
The rosemary my great-grandfather planted, remembrance for the bride he lost in 1918 to the pandemic, thrives.
I note your apathy.
Let me convey a fact about rosemary: it cannot survive Vermont winters. Yet, almost 100 years after planting, this fragrant herb of the Mediterranean flourishes next to the grave of his beloved. Even in a hospitable climate, this would be a feat.
His diary said: “I fell in love at first sight and will love her with my last.”