Unadventurous types may ignore us Technophiles may abhor us Those allergic to nature deplore us Saruman was foolish to ignore us What am I

In the garden, green and sweet, a summer's scent, a spicy treat. A leaf so dear, in dishes prime, it whispers tales of olden thyme.

Completely naked in the woods enduring the cold temperatures, while fleeing from a massive ursine.

I am born in a bed, but I am never asleep. I have a bank, but I have no money. I can freeze your movement, yet I am always in motion. I carry your reflections, but I have no memory. What am I?

I'm a small or medium-sized animal with a long tail. Put me before HER and I'll show a little preference. Add the suffix -ING to me and I will keep score to see how I compare to others. Add me to an ION and I become food for a soldier on a long mission.