My mother’s love of gardening passed on to her children, including me. In my mind's eye, I could see the trash heap at the back door of our new home transformed into an herb garden. To be fair, the rock that stuck up at the back door might lead many to think it was unusable. … Continue reading The oregano and the white rose
When my husband and I first met, his choice of herbs and vegetables was not broad or adverturous. It ran to lettuce and broccoli with the occasional green beans added for a rare change. My husband liked what his mother had served and didn't see any reason to change. I still remember his mother saying … Continue reading Would you like some chive with that?