but I use everything I grow. The bay and rosemary saw me through winter, it never got cold enough to kill them off. There’s an apple tree at the new house, sapling in the orchards that stood there when the council sold the land in the 30s. I’ll cut these herbs down and replant them, the mint will be spreading wild over the ground by August. I’ll have apples and mint, chives and sage. I’ll cut Riverman a branch of rosemary, with a string tie for his galley wall.
