as the heat rolled on throughout the summer holidays and i lazed around in bed with a fan to my head, i recalled like a fever dream long days spent in a lush tuscan garden full of olive and lemon trees and a grand rosemary bush. tended to for over 30 years by nonno romano, and later on by his grandkids whom i had the privilege of calling my dearest, it quickly became an obsession to watch things grow, grow, grow.