Plotting out the plan
From Left to Right:
Blue pot: Lemon Balm, Brown pot: Peppermint, Apple Mint, Big pot: Parsley, Rosemary, Creeping Thyme, Common Thyme, Oregano, Black pots: Flowering Kale, Blue patterned pot: Sweet Pea seeds (I spied the first sprouting today!)
A few more seeds: Basil, Chives, Thai Chilies.
I plan to add the basil and chives to the big pot o'herbs outside.
The basil sprouted this week.
My morning view
When I first moved to Los Angeles, my eyes were in a temporary state of shock. All I saw was a low, flat, sprawling, brown, iron jungle.
To be fair, it was less Los Angeles than it was my dramatic transition. My universe in San Francisco was small. The world was compact and intimate. There was only so far that you could walk north, west, or east before you reached water.
I sought the same point of reference here. I said goodbye to the gridlock and moved as far as I could toward the water without severing myself from the bustle.
The noise here is familiar. I hear a bird in the tree, a boy playing swordfight in his backyard, and a small aircraft flying low. My windows and doors are open. The plants are my way of staking my preference for the ocean over the 405 Freeway. Claiming a niche seems to be a prerequisite to being a Los Angeles resident.
I don't know if I have much of a green thumb. But the dancer in me loves the graceful motions of gardening. When else can you scoop soil with your hands, or pour out the contents of a watering can?