Balcony Garden of Deliciousness

oh. dear. mom.

guess what! i have a something that starts with the curliest cursive letter in all the alphabet.

not a gimp, nope! not a gurgle, nor a garter, but getting close, close, closer....  A GARDEN! a wonderful little garden.

i have to confess: i was a little worried that i'd inherited your black thumb, which killed houseplants practically on contact. even the cactus, that low-maintenance failsafe of domesticated flora, shriveled up under your ministrations like overcooked bacon. (it's a wonder i survived infancy.)

but not to fear! i've been doting and my plants are a-thriving! i've got:

• eight salads
• one basil plant
• one purple sage
• silver thyme
• flat-leaf parsley
• chives

salads are under cones, to the left.

thyme, sage, flat-leaf parsley... yummmm

everyone in the world (no one but me) is super stoked about all the wonderful potions and folk remedies i can now conjure up from my very own mini-garden. my newest nighttime ritual is to rub a sage leaf all over my gums (sage is a powerful anti-inflammatory and anti-bacterial as well), meaning i never get kissed after 9PM.

also, it was incredibly satisfying to rid my salads of powdery mildew using... 

hello? MOM! are you SLEEPING?  uh, what does "just resting my eyes" mean? i'm telling you about how i killed the dreaded powdery mildew using only 1,000 google searches, a spray bottle and water + milk in a ten-to-one ratio and your eyes are on standby? no wonder all your plants turned to mulch.

the saved salads, by the way, are purple-leaved and delicious. if only you were here... i'd certainly invite you to share one with me.

until next time, your budding gardener (get it?!)

GINA