I harvested the sage in late fall before the first frost. I wrapped the stems in jute and hug them upside down on the door leading to the woodshed to dry.
Except for one sprig, which I put in water in a small glass bottle on the kitchen windowsill.
Last year when I did this with a twig of Lavander, it grew roots. But although my sage didn’t die, it didn’t seem to grow either. Then, last week I got the feeling it might want some more sunlight than the north-facing kitchen window could provide.
So I moved the sage to the living room window that the morning sun warms up every day.
And today, as I walked past the window I saw a tiny spot of purple nestled in the sage leaves. A flower had grown overnight with another small bud sprouting next to it.
It seemed a bit of a miracle to me. A sign for Valentine’s or maybe of spring. Maybe not a sign at all, but simply a flower in winter.