Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I do not plant flowers. I plant things I can eat, and that is all.
But our house came with a yard sporting four established rose bushes. I don't tend them - they are actually woefully neglected - but I am really enjoying the blooms. So much so that I may have to actually prune them or something so we can get a repeat performance next year. They smell nice.
And look! Broccoli! I don't know why it seems to me like such an exotic thing to grow, but it thrills me to harvest my very own broccoli from the garden. I have a special place in my heart for plants that are this hearty - it's survived the wind, rain, and unseasonable chill to produce like a true champ.