Yes, it has been a while since I’ve posted. Yes, last week was Spring Break, which means I was on full time entertainment of children mode. I spent every afternoon napping with the girls. Writing simply wasn’t happening. Same goes for laundry.
I’m nearly certain it was about this time last year that I was taking stock of the patches of jungle that are growing wild in my once (apparently) very diligently planned and tended yard. I would hate for the former owners of this house to come back and see what we’ve allowed the place to become.
I think even if I had all the time and all the energy in the world, yard work would still cease to excite me. John makes fun of my secret love of series books like Little House on the Prairie (or the Jeanette Oke Love Comes Softly series, oh yes, the romance, the rugged yet pure love, I know). His only comment is, “I don’t know why you like those kinds of books. You wouldn’t last a day living the pioneer life.”
He’s right. Isn’t that why I like the books? Because they allow me to experience the joy and bounty of building and growing and cultivating my own livelihood (and food!) without actually having to get up at dawn to make it happen?
So last year we noticed a patch of dirt next to the house with some of those plastic nursery sticks (with pictures) stuck variously throughout. This is how I knew I was looking at a tomato graveyard. (Lesson: tomatoes need sunlight or they will die.) What I did not notice last year, however, was just around the corner. People, I am the proud owner of a fully thriving herb garden.
There is a huge bush of rosemary. I say “bush.” I have no idea if that is proper. But the thing is huge and it looks like a bush. I mistook it for something related to the pine tree and was considering ripping it out the next time I got the urge to do yard work. (That rosemary bush was totally safe to live another hundred years.) Then there is a nice blanket of oregano. (You would have been so impressed to see me out there “identifying” these things with Google images up on the iPad.) Also, there is mint. I thought the mint was weeds. Well, okay, I thought the entire thing was weeds, but my mother picked up the mint, smelled it, and had me chew it. Definitely mint.
I have no idea what to do with herbs. Every time people come to visit and actually cook for us, they end up at the grocery store stocking me with some new herb or spice that inevitably remains mostly unused in my spice cabinet. So I’m going to do a little digging (literally and metaphorically, heh heh) and will come back to post plans for my herbs.
In the meantime, feel free to post your suggestions in the comments below.