Just outside our kitchen door is a patch of patio that looks more dull than a dull thing. The gravel from the drive falls on to it. The cats sit on it. The compost box falls over and leaks on to it. It floods when it rains. It just generally looks sad. So when Mr B went shopping recently and came home with a tray of live herb plants (no I have no clue either) I thought that would be a nice place to put them.
Not over in a bed where they would grow and probably be forgotten. But in pots in my own little kitchen garden. yes, I can pretend I am living in an enormous country pile with a walled kitchen garden. Actually I can’t not even my imagination is that good but I can stare at it when the kettle is boiling, and smile. I was sent some more plants recently by the lovely people at Higgedy Pies who wanted me to grow a salad to go with a pie (more on that later) so they were planted out there too.
Herbs that we might use in cooking, and a whole load of tomato plants that I am hoping will brighten a dull garage wall and also be fun to cook with.
What do you think?
Even in the rain I am loving how cheerful it looks.
Maybe cheerful is too strong a word but it definitely looks better than the alternative!