As I walked past a garden I was caught by this twisted branch and plant overhanging the wall. Perhaps brought to my attention by the sunlight that caught the aged bough.

The sharp eyed will note that it is the Rosemary herb, so certainly not a tree, yet clearly of some age; and whilst devoid of greenery on this part, it was very much a part of the living bush.

I rubbed the spiny leaves, and enjoyed the pungent aroma of the plant. One I have used many times. In fact I deliberately planted one next to a barbecue, so I could cut off sprigs and add them to the heated charcoal, infusing the items sizzling above

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