Basil and sage.
Last year, after an unfortunate incident with some less than spectacular organic seeds, I concluded that I didn’t get enough light in my east-facing apartment windowsill to grow any summer vegetables. Those wee lettuces never got more than an inch high, and I assumed that it had to have been my fault.
But the kicker was that I have plenty of other plants in that window. Tropical palms get huge in here, ivy and ferns regularly need cutting back, and for the second year in a row I’ve had the unsavoury task of “sacrificing the mother so the babies can live” when it comes to my aloe vera plant because the darn thing grows to such huge proportions that it gets top-heavy.
Surely something seasonal would grow, no?
Turns out I’ve got a small farm happening with action not only from the herbs and lettuce but strawberries and cherry tomatoes that currently have the beginning of teeny tiny blossoms. It’s not going to put a dent into my need for trips to the farmers market, but it’s still very satisfying. Turns out that lady at the plant/seed store not only sold me crappy seeds, she gave me some pretty poor advice as well.
Oregano in need of a haircut.
Ruby and romaine lettuces, ready for eating.
French lavender.
Every garden needs some flowers - pansies, impatiens and lobelia.
Man alive, I've got chives!
Yes, that's right, your eyes do not deceive you - that's the beginnings of a strawberry.
