In Charleston, guests are often greeted first by rosemary.
Sometimes with abandon.
Every single time I see a rosemary hedge, I am reminded of two things.
Until I made my way south, I never knew rosemary could get to these proportions. I still marvel.
And I think of Hamlet, and Ophelia's bouquet, "There is rosemary. That is for remembrance."
Perfect for a city of such historical merit which reclaimed itself aesthetically with such vigor.
What greets your guests first?