This morning was gorgeous-sunny, blue sky, birds singing-so I took advantage of the weather to work on my herbs. I planted some new ones, transplanted my tarragon (the pot was splitting), and top-dressed the other plants. All spick and span, and ready for the fall growing season. As I was working on them, I couldn’t help but visualize an English cottage garden-herbs and flowers all growing together and smelling divine. (Does anything smell more wonderful than lilies of the valley and mint?) Being in south central Florida, I grow my herbs in pots (thanks to nematodes!). I do have some roses, but regretfully must pass on lilacs, lilies of the valley, and many of the other flowers that need a cooler climate and different soil than I have here.
If I sound like I’m complaining, I’m not, really. I more than make up for it with plumeria and hibiscus, pineapples and lemons. However, there is just something about those soft, sweet-smelling beds of flowers…visions of walking through with my basket and scissors to cut flowers for bouquets…. Oh well, in the winter when it’s cold and icy there, I will still be harvesting my herbs and enjoying my Florida sun!
On a more sober note, today being the tenth anniversary of the destruction of the Twin Towers, it is appropriate to take a moment, smell the flowers, and remember those who lost their lives and those who worked so hard to try to save lives.