My neighbor Regina has a wonderful garden. Every day when I jog by it, I take a peek and admire how things have grown and how well planned out it is. She has shared so much of her harvest with me and I am thankful for it and inspired by her. Right before Mother’s Day, Regina and I, along with my other neighbors, Holley and Kim went on a ‘herb run’ to a small local nursery. I got all excited thinking about Regina’s garden and how I’d love to have one like that. So I bought up an armload, plus Regina added to it with some plants that came back in her garden this year, but I was forgetting one thing–where am I going to plant? I really love living out here in the country–the peace and quiet, the wildlife, BUT if there is one thing I could change, it would be a little more sunlight. When the sun rises in the morning, it has to come up over the ridge before we really see it and when it does come up, there are many more shady spots because of the trees than sunny ones. I love the trees though, so what to do? Once again, my farm boy CK to the rescue. He suggested putting them in pots and lining them along the house where it gets plenty of sun-that way you can just walk out the door and grab what you need. We found some good sized, lightweight pots at Lowe’s and Charlie fixed me up. I went out shopping one day and came home to my very first herb garden.
I had one or two herbs in pots on the deck last year, but I’ve never had a garden. Now I know what I’ve been missing–in both flavor AND convenience!
parsley–seems like so many recipes call for parsley, either as an ingredient or a garnish
and my absolute favorite, BASIL! This was my basil plant less than a month ago…
…and this is it today!
Basil grows really quickly and is so very fragrant. Fresh pesto is coming down the pike really soon. This weekend, I made Pasta Tuscany in the slow cooker and while I still used my dried, store bought Italian herbs, I added some fresh basil and oregano-just because I could & I should. That’s freedom AND great flavor.
But more than anything, it’s the feeling you have walking out to your own garden–no matter how big or small, no matter if it’s in the ground or in pots–and picking off some homegrown goodness. As a kid, I picked vegetables from my grandpa’s farm during the summer months, but now that I’ve experience this as an adult, it’s a satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment at the most basic human level–food on the table. Well, in this case, basil in my pesto sauce. I wish I had the space for a full blown garden, but I will cherish my petite herb garden, along with my one little tomato plant with my one little green tomato on it 🙂 So make the most of what you have, instead of worrying about what you don’t. Find a sliver of sunshine in the shadiest of areas, roll up your sleeves and plant something.