‘Arp’ was the first kind I ever got, precisely because it is reputed to be so hardy. I figured if I somehow left it out and we had a hard freeze it would survive my carelessness. But you are right: now that I have a different (unknown) variety, I can see that ‘Arp’ was ugly. I don’t know if I will ever find the right conditions for blooming rosemary in my house. The enclosed porch is completely unheated and definitely gets below freezing. The coolest rooms in the house are also the dimmest. But at least I have a direction for experimentation. Frankly, I’m just happy to keep rosemary alive until spring. I don’t have a very good track record with houseplants in general lately.
In the end, this may be the most important thing about frost: Frost slows us down. In spring, it tempers our eagerness. In fall, it brings closure and rest. In our gotta-go world–where every nanosecond seems to count–slowness can be a great gift. So rather than see Jack Frost as an adversary, you could choose to greet him as a friend.
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