When I began to contemplate writing about the process of growing a plant and developing an alliance with it, I thought about plants considered sacred in the Northern Tradition and the vaettir or spirit I know as Mistress Rosemary gently touched my arm. “I believe we are friends already,” she reminded me, with a patient chuckle. I have been growing Mistress Rosemary for over thirty years and use her every day. To be honest, formal courtship was never required as we have long been comfortable with one another. She appears to me in green, dressed in the elaborately slashed and ruffled gowns popular in Germany in the late 1500s, with a broad, plumed hat and red-golden hair.
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