A few months ago, a man on his way to visit my neighbor Stuart stopped in front of my house to admire my crown of thorns plant. Stuart later asked me if his friend could have a clipping to start his own bush. I told him to go for it.
Then to reciprocate, about a week later Stuart’s friend left some sort of potted succulent on my front lawn. I wasn’t crazy about the plant — it’s kinda ugly — but since it was a gift, I decided to let it stick around for awhile.
To my delight, a few weeks later, rosemary randomly started growing from the same pot. I love a good BOGO, so I decided the rosemary and its ugly half-brother could stay.
My current situation: I’m working from home, and it’s 2 p.m., and I haven’t showered today. I need to put clean sheets on Norah’s bed because, God bless her, she peed through her diaper last night. I also have two freelance stories and a hotel review due by 5.
At this point in my day, grocery shopping is out of the question. And I rarely order in. It’s just not my thing.
But a quick pantry and garden raid manifested this tasty meal:
Herb gardening can be an embarrassment of riches. I’m brainstorming ways to solve this “problem.”
1) Cocktails. My friend Autumn lives in Chicago, where you can do cool stuff like take a class on how to infuse cocktails. She gave me the CliffsNotes version, and it seems pretty doable. Infused alcohol would also make a classy gift.
Among the things I miss: free tickets to hipsterish NPR events, newsroom potluck throwdowns and recapping the latest Housewives episode with this unlikely devotee.
Also: I no longer have an excuse to swing by Worm’s Way organic gardening center.
Me: What’s in it?
Him: You don’t want to know.
One day, I hope to have a big house with a huge garden where I’ll host fabulous Oprah-style brunches by day and sip mojitos with my hubby by night.
But for now, I’m working with a slightly smaller patch of paradise.
As Helen Keller once said, “I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
Despite the fact that my deodorant has been failing me for months (TMI?) summer doesn’t officially start until June 21. Before summer turns to fall, here’s what I’m hoping to accomplish:
Lately my bougainvilleas have really been struggling. Even after I moved them into the proper light, they still didn’t have that “wow” factor.
Nearly all their flowers dropped, and I was *this close* to trashing both plants so I could use the pots for something else.
But as long as I was watering the herbs nearby, I kept on watering and feeding the bougainvilleas.
Then, within the last few weeks, well…