Beware of touching Rosemary. Her scent will linger with you.
You’ll remember sweet things and think fond thoughts.
Today’s wages, a Cherokee purple tomato, among others, jalapeños, poblanos and habaneros, black eyed peas, more tomatoes and some eggs. It’s time to start pickling my peppers…
Every spring, since moving to Greenville six years ago, we’ve planted a bouquet of sunflowers. We don’t harvest them, I guess because we don’t want them bad enough.
There’s plenty of competition from the bugs and birds. The squirrels are entertaining to watch climbing the stalks to get to the seeds. Sometimes they get to the top of a big one and sit on the flower, other times they knock the whole flower over.
I love white flower petals in my kitchen garden
and the perennials that greet me in the spring time
and the busy bees pollinating the blueberries
and my cat that follows me around like a dog
and most of all my husband who gets down with the dirt and puts the green stuff on the table…