Again I'm revisiting this old thread with the bad news that Grosse Pointe Garden Society has been cancelled, and there will not be a 2nd season. Boo! Hiss! I've been re-watching the episodes I was able to get (missing the first 4) and enjoying it more with each re-watch. The plot seems well thought out, and the dialogue is hilarious in places. I do agree with Shades-of-Oregon that the characters could use more grit. Birdie was probably my favorite of the gals.
I managed to find a DVD on Ebay of the first season, so I'll get to watch it from the beginning at least. But they left so many loose threads just begging to be picked up on - like the fact that human bones do not degrade quickly like chicken bones, and what of the sleazy scam artist private investigator?
As to Rosemary and Thyme, the characters are more believable and the botanical info more detailed. I'm enjoying it, although my complaint against all BBC mystery series is the formula framework that the producers refuse to break away from. Changing things out here and there would vastly improve these series. For instance when the gals temporarily care for the deceased blind man's seeing eye dog and use him to solve a mystery, they toy with the idea of adopting him. Adding a canine to their team would have made the show infinitely more interesting. But no, they are stuck in the prescribed framework. That's but one example of a single series shunning change which would bring the episodes to life.
Also, while I'm basically law-abiding, I find TV series and movies written from the viewpoint of one or ones on the other side of the law more interesting. Hmmmm lol.
That said, clearly I enjoy BBC mysteries, having watched numerous series over the years with my late hubby, and on my own, and Rosemary and Thyme is no exception. I still have more episodes to see. When summer arrived, bringing outdoor work with it, TV watching took a temporary backseat.
Ironically, the episode containing a "time capsule" buried in an overgrown, abandoned garden coincided with my own burial of a metal strongbox in a remote area of my own property earlier this spring. Mine contained artifacts so personal to both my husband and myself, that I couldn't bear to think of them ending up in a landfill, and having no rehoming potential.