I bought some herbs on a whim the other day, in an effort to become a) at least a little green-fingered, and b) more self-sufficient in the kitchen. I’ve killed every living plant we’ve ever had in this house (orchids, poinsettias, basil plants- you name it, I’ve drowned it) so I’m doing my research this time to try and keep these ones alive longer than two weeks. There are plenty of stones in the bottom of the pots to keep the roots from sitting in water, and I’ve pruned both plants down quite harshly to encourage new growth. The mint offcuts are now sat in a small jug in the kitchen waiting to be added to Pimms when we’re feeling flash, and water when we’re not, & the thyme cuttings have been tucked away in our freezer for pasta sauces and soups.
There’s something so therapeutic about gardening, isn’t there? I remember watching my Mum and Grandma buying plants for their gardens when I was younger and thinking ‘What a rubbish way to spend your money!’ but now…I get it. Jason has big plans for our tiny garden, that include a raised bed for growing herbs and maybe even the odd lettuce or two. In fact, we need to raise just about everything in our garden in order to stop that dog of ours from trampling on it…
If anyone has any tips for how to keep herbs flourishing on a kitchen windowsill, please do share! :) Both the plants and I need all the help we can get…
