It’s not ideal. Not smart either but what’s a girl to do when the musclemen are due on Tuesday. I doubt that they’ll give a hoe-hoe-hoe of a thought about my tender little herbs. It’s the only place I can find where they won’t drop soggy teabags or empty dregs out their mugs. Goodness know, and I really don’t want to know, where they empty themselves when I’m not home. No, really, I don’t want to know.
So here’s a snapshot of what I’ve managed to salvage before they arrive. I still need some saucer thingies to go under the pots so water draining through doesn’t stain the wood decking.
What herbs are you planting, or do you buy them at the supermarket when you need them?