When I lived in California, I had a rosemary bush that grew out by my back steps. Whenever I made spaghetti, I’d hop out the back door and pick a nice brig sprig, rinse it off, and strip the leaves into my sauce. One day my 3rd child saw me do that and had a fit. She wouldn’t eat spaghetti for a long time, accusing me of putting sticks into the sauce.
Rosemary is strictly an annual around here (Wisconsin). An it doesn’t work to bring it into the house for the winter. It never survives. I’m always tempted by those darling little topiaries that they sell in the spring, but without a green house to keep them, I’m just throwing my money away.