Although I planted a number of herbs from seed this year, when Steve’s Mom and I went on our flower-buying expedition, I couldn’t help but pick up a couple of additional herb seedlings. I bought a rosemary plant, because I cannot go a summer without rosemary, and, at Mary Beth’s suggestion, picked up a Texas Tarragon plant.
“These are wonderful,” she said. “I’ve never had any luck with French Tarragon, but the Texas Tarragon always thrives.”
I’ll admit that it amuses me to think of the Texas Tarragon asserting its dominance in the garden, particularly over the French variety. We’ll see if it manages to take out any of the other plants around it with its sheer doggedness.
The garden: always interesting. Always metaphorical.
Oh, and if anyone has any good tarragon-loving recipes to share, please leave links in the comments. If this thing does thrive, I’m definitely going to need to cook it up.