Incredibly, this tarragon has been with me since at least 1997. I know this because in late summer of that year I loaded it, along with some furniture, a suitcase and a thyme plant (also on my terrace now), into the back of a U-Haul truck, and high-tailed it out of Alexandria, Virginia, fleeing north on the I-95 from unhappiness.
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Suffice it to say, the tarragon kept growing, its roots pushing through the confines of its little pot, new leaves greening each spring.
In order to be happy, to find what we seek, we need to like who we are, and to be reconciled with ourselves, in our own right. Then, perhaps, something, or someone, will come along, and give us a new pot to grow in.
And I adore my new pot.