A couple of years ago, i planted bulbs in the tiny 'yard' behind our house. Crocus & tulips mostly. Those that have survived the low-light, high-traffic location bloom throughout the spring. They aren't very impressive, there is no color scheme & the still young bulbs do not produce thick stands of blossoms, but i still get excited. I feel like they are saying, 'You didn't freeze to death! Great job!!'
The bulbs are the only thing that will grow back there. I am trying (once again) to grow herbs in terra cotta pots. My plan is to buy several of each & hope extra hard. I only have one basil, & i only bought the curry & thyme plants because they were cute & smelled nice, but i also have two different types of rosemary (which my being excited about makes for pretty boring blogging, obviously.)
I do not have any pictures of my herbs. Even the cute ones that smell nice. I do, however, have picture of the non-food plants in cute containers. Tropical plants do better than edible plants with the lack of light, so i keep a lot of them around to make me feel better about my other failures.
I plan to donate my greententions, my aspirations of tomatoes & melons & delicious delights, to my friends whose yards are more hospitable. Like my friend who accompanied me to the nursery & fell in love with the lemon tree.
After a couple coats of gold spray-paint, a layer of moss & violets, i was jealous, but too exhausted to wish i could have fruit trees of my own.
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