"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..." I sang cheerily to the herbs as I tried to snake my fingers between them. I didn't exactly feel guilty about pulling the baby weeds from among my tender young plants, but I did note that while I celebrate diversity in most things, in gardening I am a bigoted segregationist. Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..." I sang cheerily to the herbs as I tried to snake my fingers between them. I didn't exactly feel guilty about pulling the baby weeds from among my tender young plants, but I did note that while I celebrate diversity in most things, in gardening I am a bigoted segregationist.
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