At Anna’s Kitchen Table

Losing a friend is never easy, but they are always there, in the background and remembering them comes at the strangest of times.
Whilst clearing out a kitchen cupboard yesterday I came across a little bundle wrapped in brown paper, I’d forgotten it was even there…and wrapped in it were a few sprigs of Spanish rosemary from Pistachio’s garden, that she had slipped into a corner of a parcel that she had sent.
The smell is still there, and I imagine Lorraine picking it from her garden to post to me.
Rosemary for rememberance. How apt.