Remember how I planted window sill herbs a while ago?
I’ve got sprouts!
This is huge. I had very low expectations for this experiment actually working. I’m not exactly what you’d call a green thumb. I tend to over-water everything. I think “hmm, water is good, so more water must be great!” and then everything dies. So sad.
So this year, I vowed to not kill plants. More on how that went for another post.
My ginormous dill plants in action.
At the top, oregano and, in the middle, chives. No word from the parsley yet.
They’re growing quicker than I thought they would (Thanks Miracle Grow soil! You’re the best!) and now, everytime I walk through the kitchen, I stop and look at them. It’s kind of taking up a lot of my time, staring at the herbs.
And it was pretty self-satisfying sitting at the kitchen table Sunday morning reading the paper, specifically the Indy Living section whose front page story was about herbal remedies and the power of the herb. I read it with a smug look on my face and felt very in-the-know.
Except when I saw the picture of what an aloe vera plant looks like. Because those things are ugly and I didn’t react very maturely. I think my exact words to Chris were “that’s icky.” And then, I’m sure, my herbs died a little.