Remember back in the Spring when I told you that I'd started a balcony herb garden? I was a little nervous about how it would go; usually the Sous Chef handles all things Green and Growing. I planted rosemary, thyme, basil, parsley, and oregano. The Sous Chef - in the hopes of providing us with a living green screen to give us a little privacy (our balcony overlooks the condo parking lot) - planted morning glory, moonflower, potato vine, and hyacinth bean.
Well, it's just a few months later, and our balcony looks like this:
Green screen mission: Accomplished.
Check out our view from the balcony:
There is a veritable habitat outside my kitchen door now, complete with:
And some very happy balcony jungle cats.
It's been amazing to see how nature can take over such a small, otherwise sterile environment:
The only problem: My little herbs didn't stand a chance. You see, plants need a little thing called sunlight in order to survive. Once the vines started taking over and spread their broad-leaved wings, my little herbs slowly started withering away. The thyme and oregano are now as brown and crispy as well-cooked bacon. The parsley stuck around the longest, reaching out it's lime-green stems as far as it could, grasping onto it's final smidgen of sunlight until it was inevitably shaded out of existence.
Sounds rather depressing, now that I think about it. My little green babies died.
But not before they provided the perfect flavors and garnishes for things like:
So here's to you, my beloved yet short-lived herb garden. You fed my body as well as my spirit.
(P.S. Next year Mommy is planning on planting you indoors under a big grow light so you'll get all the sunlight your little chlorophyll-filled heart desires)