Parsley grows rogue in my garden. In my veggie beds, in my flower beds, in pots … wherever the seed lands, it sprouts. Including in the pot on my front veranda. It’s lovely to be able to pad out in my socks and pick a sprig for my dinner.
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About the Author: Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.
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