For one thing, I always manage to kill my coriander. Even though everybody tells me it's a weed and you'll never get rid of it.
But that's not the issue now anyway since I'm not at home often enough to keep any plants on my huuuuuuge balcony. Every day I walk past planted balconies I catch myself dreaming of growing the herbs for moretum (did you say you also have garlic? So impressed!). And Chili Peppers, of course. And tomatoes. And courgette (how did you manage not to eat the flowers?). No salad though. And certainly no sunflowers, even though I like the idea of having the sparrows do your gardening.
Another reason to get on with my thesis and get a less nomadic life.
To put it short: I like your garden. And the view, btw.
And again ...
For one thing, I always manage to kill my coriander. Even though everybody tells me it's a weed and you'll never get rid of it.
But that's not the issue now anyway since I'm not at home often enough to keep any plants on my huuuuuuge balcony. Every day I walk past planted balconies I catch myself dreaming of growing the herbs for moretum (did you say you also have garlic? So impressed!). And Chili Peppers, of course. And tomatoes. And courgette (how did you manage not to eat the flowers?). No salad though. And certainly no sunflowers, even though I like the idea of having the sparrows do your gardening.
Another reason to get on with my thesis and get a less nomadic life.
To put it short: I like your garden. And the view, btw.