Here's our little rosemary plant that's been spicing up our dinner the last couple nights. I didn't take pictures of our wilting basil plant, because I'm ashamed of how much I've sabotaged it within the week that we've been here.
Bean came over yesterday to see our new place. She has a thriving vegetable garden of her own so she was able to give me some tips and helped me tie up the branches to keep them off the ground. I'm excited to get my hands dirty out there and see if I can actually keep something alive.
After mixing coffee grounds and egg shells in the soil with a spoon this morning, I headed out to the flea market to see if I could find some old gardening tools. I went later in the day and was able to snag these items for a great price, including the rocking chair! What's the use of having a porch and garden to look out on if you don't have a rocking chair to sit in?
My mom has always had a beautiful, flourishing garden, but apparently green thumbs aren't hereditary. As those poor plants are at my mercy, I could use all the advice I can get!