When I decided not to grow as many vegetables, I turned one of my four raised beds into an herb garden. I must admit, I have an unusual relationship with herbs. I love growing them, but rarely use them.
I used to feel guilty for not preserving or cooking with the herbs, and for some years I did try. But honestly, now I grow them simply because I love their textures and fragrance.
To me, they rival any flower in my garden. It is simply a different kind of beauty that consists totally of textures and fragrance.
Even parsley is beautiful in flower.
Years ago, when I was a beekeeper, my sister painted this sweet sign for me. It is painted on slate and is so old, the paint is getting chippy and faded. I intended to touch it up, but never really got around to it this summer. Part of me likes it old looking, but it is getting fairly difficult to read.
Long ago, the sign broke in half under the words “Bees and Me”, and has been glued to another piece of slate for reinforcement. It is a sign I cherish and want to last forever.
When I started the garden this spring, the plants all seemed so small, but every garden feels that way at the beginning. It’s hard to believe how after just a few months, they have all grown together, covering the ground and all the name tags.
This low-growing variegated thyme is even trying to climb over the wood edge.
Small though it is, I find there to be something very soothing and peaceful about my herb garden . . . always pleasing to the eye and pleasant to the nose.
Maybe someday I’ll get around to using my herbs in meals. But until then, when I sit and relax in the garden, they simply bring me joy.
Linking today with Jaipur Garden for the Garden Affair party.