Our Little Herb Garden

Once upon a time before I was married and still living at home, I had a little potted herb garden on the back deck. It was the first time I managed to keep any plants alive. (You've heard of a green thumb? I have a black thumb.) But sadly, my little herbs became a free salad bar for a local raccoon family.

Fast forward a few years (OK, more than a few). The girls and I went shopping at our local Fred Meyer and parked near the garden section. We detoured through the flowers so Maddie could ooh and aah and stick her fingers in the water fountains. We passed a little display of potted herbs and on a whim we picked out a few to take home. I love to cook; how fun would it be to incorporate my own fresh herbs in some yummy dishes?

Maddie was so excited to have our own garden and on the way home she chattered excitedly about how the plants will grow. Currently at our house we only have grass and shrubs and a grape vine that aspires to take over the world, one carport at a time. Once home we put the little one down for a nap and took ourselves and our plants and all the planting paraphernalia to the back deck. Maddie had a blast planting and watering our six little herbs and checks on them every day.

I'm blogging this to keep me accountable. As stated, I am a plant killer. I am hopeful this will help me remember to water those darn things once in a while (of course, Maddie is a big help, too). Only time will tell if our herbs thrive or if I will once again commit botanical homicide.

Anything involving dirt can't be all bad.