I like to grow rosemary for baking into bread. Rosemary is the only garden plant I’ve seen that does well in this environment*, and for a wonder the rodents leave it alone. But they don’t last forever, and my rosemary plant died over the winter. It wasn’t unexpected; this isn’t the first time I’ve had to replant.
*All over the crappy little town nearest where I live, big gardens are going in. They have the same basic soil I do, I assume, and the same climate: How can they garden when nobody up here in the hills can? I can guess that generations of soil amendment and some level of knowledge has something to do with it, but seriously: at planting time that town is like a pocket dimension that gets big trees and lawns and lush gardens without apparently even trying very hard. All I can grow is rocks and rosemary.