As I was walking around Columbus Park at Borough Hall in Brooklyn the other day, whiling the time away until my daughter arrived, I noticed the remnants of the recent holiday season. The fountain, its water supply cut off for the winter, is still stuffed with assorted twigs and branches, looking a little tired and ready to become mulch. Many of the ornaments have blown off the still-standing Christmas tree, littering the lawn around it.
I noticed a faintly familiar fragrance as I walked around. Not quite floral; not quite herbal; completely comforting. I took a closer look at the plantings near the fence, remembering the spikes of lavender from the summer before. It didn’t make sense that those dried-up flowers would offer up such a noticeable fragrance. Then I recognized the shrubs the lavender was nestled in and their fragrance: Rosemary!
I breathed in more deeply, reveling in the unexpected gift of Nature’s perfume in the middle of the city!