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'Only the Wicca Can Grow Parsley'

 Italian Flat Leaf Parsley – UJAMAA SEEDS

 

“Only the wicked can grow parsley.”

I've long suspected that this old folk adage arose originally as something of a "sour grapes" response—you remember your Aesop, don't you?—parsley being notoriously difficult to grow from seed. “Rats, my parsley didn't germinate again. Oh well, I must be a good person, at least.”

As any gardener could tell you, parsley is a biennial. Year One, it produces those lovely, aromatic greens that the discerning among us relish, the next it flowers and (if you're lucky) sets seed.

In my house, parsley isn't so much a garnish as a vegetable. (In my Book of the Beast, tabouli is a parsley salad given textural interest with a schmeck bulgar.) Year after year, I would buy bedding plants and harvest through the summer and fall. Try as I might, though, I could never get them to overwinter.

Finally, last year, they did. They flowered. They set seed. Would they reseed themselves? I hoped, prayed, and waited.

Stop buying parsley, I texted a friend the other day. My reseeding plans have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.

Not a patch, but a bed of beautiful, organic Italian parsley. Oh, I foresee a summer—summers—of good eating ahead.

There's no rest for the Wicca, says a friend of mine, riffing off an old Hebrew proverb, when someone—me, for instancecomplains about being too busy. Maybe it's time to reclaim this old gardener's proverb, too.

Or maybe, outrageously, I'll claim my new version as the original. Everybody knows that witches have the best gardens, after all. Just ask Rapunzel's dad if you don't believe me.

Only the Wicca can grow parsley.

Either way, I guess I qualify.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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