Discuss: The Greeks said it all:

That of thyme—the smell I think of. The Greeks said Time,
breathing thyme, which grows even
when walked upon. In its own time, it spreads.

That of bay, and how it came about because a woman’s refusal
became a tree, roots steady, in their own time, with their own taking and
taking. And leaves, fragrant crowns for victors from a tree
from a woman who defeated a running man,
wove her own crown. And how the women of Great Britain,
during and after WWII, would pass a single bay leaf house to house
to house, flavoring thin soups. Rationing absences and
walking house to house, stepping over roots.
I am tripping over roots.