I have a pot of old herbs at the end of my driveway. I don’t harvest them, or prune them, or feed them for that matter. And I’ve been meaning to pull them out and start over since they’ve been coming and going for about three years. Mostly a weed has taken over; at least I thought it was a weed until this morning it bloomed. And with the bloom came the most deliciously weird fragrance. It was vaguely familiar, and well it should be. I drink it in my Earl Grey decaf tea every night before bed. It’s bergamot.
It’s beautiful in the wild, and even prettier on my dining room table. And the fragrance, not unlike the effect of lavender, is calming.
I’m going to set this plant free this fall or next spring to spread out in a new herb garden. (If you click this photo three times slowly, it enlarges so much you can really see the detail in these flowers!)