When we first moved into the new house, mum noticed that we had a rosemary plant growing in the back garden This "garden" is little more than a sparse, bark-covered outline that runs along the edge of the courtyard. At most there's ten plants breaking up . It seems unusual to me that the landlord would decide that one of those plants had to be a herb of all things. I could hazard a guess and say that your common rosemary plant is very hardy and will survive just about anything. Of course it's not out of the realm of possibility that they can also be used to ward off evil.

Having that plant nearby has inspired me to grow my own food. It'd be a handy skill to have if humanity is ever brought to the brink of extinction by zombie apocalypse. That and fresh food just tastes that much better than your store bought variety.

Of course, I'm not what you'd call a greenthumb. Sure, operating a watering can falls safely into my comfort zone, but anything more advanced than that has been met with failure. Hell, a few years ago I even forgot to plant the seeds when attempting to grow chilli plants.

I'm hoping I have all that out of my system by now. I'm due.
Ange and I were out at Bunnings last Monday and thought it would be a good idea to try and cultivate more herbs, to go along with the rosemary plant. After some hefty decision making, we walked out with four plants: Basil, Oregano, Italian Parsley and a Bay Tree. I then spent that afternoon repotting them and, after a short detour to clean potting mix out of my car, stood watching like some proud parent as my herbaceous children took root.

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