My garden is essentially herbs. There are always geraniums and roses, but until we find a way of breaking up the soil, the ‘garden’ will remain essentially herbs, mainly in pots, a few tentative attempts in the soil.
We had a similar problem with soil in Bordeaux in that the house had belonged to a painter (and decorator) and the soil was saturated with chemicals and broken glass as well as a pets’ graveyard. Very little (and no herbs) would grow in it. At least here, once we manage to get stuff into the ground, it thrives.
In front of the sorrel is a pot of something I can’t name, like chives but with flat leaves.
Rhubarb, basil, bay and a feeble specimen of parsley (and Trixie doing her claws on something).
Hyssop and sage.
Parsley, thyme and origano.
Rosemary and honeysuckle and more sage.
Different types of sarriette and rosemary.
Sarriette and a sage cutting planted in the ground.
More thyme and honeysuckle.
One of the two intensive care units.
We eat nasturtium leaves in salads.
and the chives that are everywhere and I forgot to photograph….
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