I love thyme. Period. I love the smell, the taste, the hardiness, the appearance, the growth habit and the flowers. I grow several plants in my garden. Since it is a perennial, it doesn’t grow well for me indoors, so the only time I get fresh thyme for my meals, is when I pick it from outdoors.
Here we are, November 20th, deep into autumn in Nova Scotia, and my thyme is still doing well.
That’s not to say we haven’t had cold days. We’ve reached -2 degrees Celsius on several occasions, we’ve had countless frosts and a dusting of snow. Yet, thyme marches on.
This morning, I cut three sprigs for my eggs. I know there will come a time when my thyme will be buried in snow and inaccessible. For those few months, I have a supply of dry thyme to see me through ‘til spring.