Hot and humid. Humid and hot. This was the theme of July, and so far, August is following suit. Clif and I can only look back wistfully to the days when Maine summers were delightful—not too hot, not too humid.
The plants, on the other hand, thrive in the humidity, and my little herb garden, with the cucumbers and tomatoes tucked in, has exploded into a jungle.
Mint has a bad reputation for hogging a garden, and while it often does grow where it doesn’t belong, mint has nothing on oregano, which is so out of control that I hardly know how to contain it.
Here is the mint, more or less confined to one corner of the bed.
Now behold the oregano. At night, I am certain that I can hear it call, “Feed me, Laurie!”
Fortunately, there is room for wee, delicious cucumbers,
as well as wee tomatoes that I hope will be delicious.
As a bonus picture, here is Clif by the tomatoes, so that readers can appreciate just how out of control this garden is. (I know. I know. I should prune. Somehow, I just can’t bring myself to do it.)
Finally, to borrow from one of my blogging friends and her blog CIMPLE, here’s a little something to start the weekend.