I’m certainly not talking about my beautiful Granny Rosie! But I am talking about that horrible rosemary bush behind her in this picture.
So tonight while our Tigers were getting completely run over by the other Tigers, I decided to cut away at this green monster (and it’s not the first time). Not only is it ugly, but it’s smelly. I normally don’t mind the smell of rosemary, but there’s just so much of it I can’t breathe when I step on the patio. And when Sanibel, who smells anyway, rolls around in it…oh my word, it’s awful!
Here’s what I salvaged after all the cutting. However, it ended up in garbage bags. Wasteful, I know. I’m sure there are tons of cute Pinterest ideas for all this rosemary. I really had plans to use it somehow. But Brent had it stuffed inside a Hefty before I could stop him. He gave me the look of “C’mon, Brittany, you know it will end up here anyway.” Think of me what you want, I’m not looking to join a gardening club.
The finished product. It will be completely removed in due time. Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t own a shovel? If that’s even the right tool to use to get this thing out of the ground, I don’t know!