For a while now I have been touting my winter hardy rosemary, 'Madeline Hill', which has survived outside in my northern Connecticut garden through deep snows of winter, several nights that got as low as zero degrees F, and wet muddy springs.
It thrived and my garden friends were impressed. And admit, it, what do we garden for but to impress our friends and neighbors by growing something they can't manage?
Each spring it came through, greened up and looked lovely.
In summers it was a fragrant mass, adding visual weight and an upright form to the garden, and in fall it was a green foil for the scarlet colored blueberry shrubs around it.
I was pretty proud of my ability to grow a rosemary here in my northern zone 5/6 wet garden in winter, and told people about it. I wrote about it on this blog.
Well, this is embarrassing. This year I think it is dead.
Dead as a bag of hammers.
Yep. When I brush my hand over a branch, tinder dry needles fall off.
I am no longer talking about how easy it is to grow rosemary outside in this climate.
I am counting this as a Garden Oops. It is the first of the month, and Joene sponsors GOOPs, where we get to tell others about our garden mistakes. You can read more on her blog.
My mistake was not so much in having a marginally hardy plant die on me. My error was that I bragged about growing it. I'm embarrassed about that and am hoping all who listened to me will forget what I said.
I will miss Rosemary Madeline Hill, though.