Growing, up my parents had a huge garden that occupied our entire side yard. My grandparents had an even more gigantic garden in their backyard (still do). I can't say that all the memories I have of working in those gardens with my family were positive, BUT...some of them were.
Shelling fresh peas was always a bright spot. Early, summer morning weeding sessions---not so much. But, at one point, I did happily plant and cultivate my own little bunch of radishes. I've always loved a good radish. :)
With that semblance of success in mind, I have begun my own miniature herb garden. I figured I should start small, and see where we can go from there. Last summer I "herb-sat" for a neighbor friend of mine while she went on vacation and her herbs didn't completely wither up and die, so...here's hoping. I also "herb-sat" for my sister, Ellie. Her basil developed some kind of white, sticky mucus gunk under my watch, so...I just won't focus on that. :)
Here's what I have so far (basil, parsley, cilantro, and chives):
My chives are still MIA. But look at all that basil!
1 comment:
Cool!! I tried vegetable gardening last year... even just the difference of having MY garden instead of my parents' or grandpa's garden was amazing... and having fresh food on the table that you know you grew is an awesome feeling too! (If you can't tell, I'm now a fan.... :) )
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