Growing herbs in the window box outside the kitchen window was a lovely idea, and while they lasted it was great to slide open the window and snip whatever you needed for your recipe. But that spot gets full sun through the afternoon and ended up being way too hot for such tender plants. They got burned to a crisp, so I dug them up and relocated them to the front bed where we have a few straggling herbs from last year.
Who knows, they might make it.
I made the requisite Memorial Day trip to Home Depot and bought some moss roses, which look lovely in hanging baskets and are supposed to tolerate full sun. We'll see if they can stand up to the heat reflected from the window.
I guess heat is not the only thing the window reflects. I swear, I have been photographed (or as in this case, photographed myself) more often in that red T-shirt I got at SteinMart in Midland than in any other garment I own.
Meanwhile, the potted herbs were doing splendidly so I planted chives and virtually invisible cilantro (it had spent too long unplanted) in a new container.
Looking forward to sprinkling these on grilled fish and vegetables.
In front-bed news, the Starry Eyes flowers we planted in our newly-ameliorated soil just withered up, so Madge put some balloon flowers there:
Hope they last; they are gorgeous.
Did you all see the wonderful article by historian David Blight in today's NYT? Turns out Memorial Day was first celebrated in 1865 in Charleston, S.C. by thousands of African-Americans who buried the Union dead left behind when whites fled the city. Very much worth remembering.
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