It is raining outside, we have winds approaching 100 kph and there are objects flying around and I am on the quest for sage. I battled against the storm and discovered my sage sitting firmly in the earth. I grow it in my herb bed and have done for many years. Last year it died and was replaced in Autumn.
I again had enough sage to qualify for my kitchen. At the beginning there were large leaves, but they were removed for my meat dishes, my Saltimbocca and the insides of the chickens that were roasted. Now this is the promise of what is to come. The leaves are developing, they will grow and again become the support of my kitchen herbs.
In the meanwhile they are biding their time and will again develop their aromatic leaves for the next year.