Friday, June 8, 2012
My Herbs Jumped
In the interest of keeping on with my gardening theme, I must tell you about my herbs. I started out this winter with seeds for oregano and basil. The basil sprouted. It grew, a bit. By April I caved and bought a planter of assorted herbs from the garden center. Herbs like to be crowded in their container, so with delight I watched the mint start to vine and thyme lengthen. The herbs did so well and I'm so happy that we're finally settled in one place that I realized this was the time to put the herbs into perhaps my favorite planter. I bought the lime green and azure blue ceramic pot in Vietri Sul Mare, on the Amalfi coast, when we were stationed in Italy. Sounds so glamourous but at the time it was the equivalent of taking a forty-five minute drive to K-Mart or IKEA. Except it was to the rugged Italian coastline where shop after shop of hand-painted ceramics delighted any eye, but especially my artist's eye. Surely the weight of the planter with all the new, organic, hand-packed dirt and herbs was enough to keep it on our patio table. Well out of reach of the nefarious activities of George, my local groundhog (or Molly the mole or Randy the rabbit). Until... A huge gust of wind not unlike a mini-cyclone swept across the plain of our yard (.20 acres) and SMASH the herbs fell to a fate worse than any barrel-rider at Niagara Falls. My husband, the master-gluer-of-all-things remarked "I looked at that pot, Geri, and there's no way I can glue it. It's done." My primary concern was the herbs. I frantically searched for something, anything to put them in so their roots wouldn't be exposed to the storm and I wouldn't lose my dream of mint iced tea this summer. All I could find were two smaller pots, also treasures from Europe. I'd bought them in Poland. Yes, my name is Geri and I am a ceramic addict. Surgery was imperative. I had to divide the herb family into two and tuck them away into their new homes. I've been away on business this week and while my mind has been occupied with all that is the writing business, I hear my mind whispering "will the herbs still be there when I get home?" Stay tuned.