Well, first of all, garden is not the right word. As we live in the city we just have a balcony. Nevertheless we managed to build our own small garden there.
Our self-built raised bed is my little piece of heaven. It’s a pleasure to see our plants growing. It’s truly fascinating to see how they start to reach higher, get bigger… Sometimes I think this is how parents feel. Than I hear the neighbours kids screaming and crying and I’m glad that I’m taking care of plants and not kids.
Still I have two problem children at the moment: parsley and peppermint. After we accidentally killed the last parsley with too much sun, I put my hope in the peppermint. One little tiny leave is still making its way. So I wanted to read more about how to take care of this sweet, little, adorable plant. And guess what? This plant is a bitch. Pretending to be tiny and innocent, once you put her (is it just a german thing that a plant is a “she”?) close to others, she’s destroying their roots and taking all the space. So for sure peppermint is not going to be re-planted in the raised bed.
We still need to learn a lot about gardening cause truth is, we both never did it before. Lesson learned: gardening is not always easy.
But when I sit in our garden I feel deeply relaxed and proud about all the work.
At least the coriander is growing like crazy. Lately we have an army of coriander warriors.
Seems like I didn’t do entirely everything wrong. And I’ve never thought I could feel emotionally connected to plants. But it’s for sure not going to be easy to eat them one day…