When we were looking for a house to buy last year, people would enthusiastically say things like, "It'll feel so different being in your own place!" and "You're gonna love it!"
Those people were right. It does feel different, and we love it. After many moves, rent rises and perpetually broken fixtures and chattels (not to mention evil ovens) I feel very grateful be standing on our own little patch of earth.
This patch of earth of ours came with a garden bed in the back corner that looked like this:
it was a case of garden bed + herbs + my incessant talk of planting a herb garden for three months prior = a lot of mini glee-jumps and exclamations of, "Yesssssssss!! Herb garden!!" The idea of fresh herbs at my fingertips anytime I wanted? Amazing. And with 10 different herbs, plus veggies, surely my natural black thumb wouldn't be able to kill off all of them.
Soon after Chrissy, the planting began, with the help of my ourdoorsy-type bro-in-law-to-be, who sourced some redwood railway sleepers for decorative and standing-on purposes:
We (ie. they, while I read my herb manual and gave helpful tips and directions) planted 10 herbs, tomatoes, snow peas, watermelon, strawberries, a bay tree and a much-wanted lemon tree my grandparents-in-law gave me for Christmas:
So there you have it, the very first newborn pictures of my botanical baby. You can be assured of further progress updates detailing its growth and development, and don't think you're gonna escape the 'cute' stories and photos in your face...
2 Thoughts:
Looks great! So nice when you can pick your own food out of your own garden.
I'm absolutely loving it. There's nothing like fresh sweet basil.
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