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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