Lots of times I’m in the kitchen and asking the Hubs to run out and pick some fresh herbs, and the Italian ones don’t look all that different from each other when the cute little garden markers are buried under full and draping limbs.
So this year I beefed it up and put out markers from stones, wood and brick from around the yard. Next year I’ll paint them, but this year I had a chiseled felt pen. We’ll be doing this with the vegetables, too.
(I tossed in the shadow of the gnarly old fig tree because it was just the right time of night)
So this year I beefed it up and put out markers from stones, wood and brick from around the yard. Next year I’ll paint them, but this year I had a chiseled felt pen. We’ll be doing this with the vegetables, too.
(I tossed in the shadow of the gnarly old fig tree because it was just the right time of night)
