I had not intended it, the temperatures have been just too cold. My gardening hand was forced though, when I received a gift of six very healthy-looking herb plants, a clay planter and a large bag of compost. Separately, I was also the lucky recipient of a psychedelic salad box. The box is not psychedelic, what is in it, in packets of seed, is supposed to be. They are staying firmly closed. Anyway, I'll have to negotiate the corner of someone's green house to cultivate the cucumbers that are part of the psychedelic mix.
The remaining two herb plants are too tender to grow outside here, even in our warmer periods of the year. I say that advisedly, as, yes, I agree it is all relative, but, to my mind and body thermostat, we do not have, as a rule, what I would call a summer, at least not with any continuity. According to gardening advice on one of the herb species, my own sixth sense about our warmth levels seems to be right. .........."it is sensitive to the cold". It isn't the only one, I thought.
My two Aloe Vera plants are happy souls and easy to please. Joining them on my kitchen window sill, are two new pots of green leafy things. There's every risk of sunburn there in the mornings for those tender leaves. You can see it can't you, it will become the daily shuffle dance of the new plant pots from one side of the house to the other.
Démocratie selon Ségolène Royal
10 hours ago