We spend a lot of time each winter reading through the nursery catalogs and debating what we might be able to squeeze into which corner of the grounds the following season. After a few years of this, we’re rather short on nice sunny spots that haven’t already been committed to something else. Goji berries like full sun, but today I shoved my wilting goji seedlings in at the forest’s edge, just to get them in the ground. Frankly, I didn’t know where else to put them.
And this brings me to our sage plant, a delightful and hardy perennial herb growing at the edge of my driveway. It doesn’t fit our model at all. We didn’t pick it out of a catalog. We didn’t research the various heirloom varieties of sage we might choose from. We certainly didn’t allocate space for it in the herb garden. It just comes up through a big crack between two large stones lining our driveway.
It dies back in the snow and pops up again in the spring. The older toddler started picking it this year. Sage is an acquired taste, but anything she can pick and eat directly from the yard is inherently exciting.
And it costs us nothing. We didn’t buy it. We didn’t plant it. It doesn’t live in a place in which we would have planted anything else. We don’t even water it. It’s just there whenever we want it. Perfect.