It was back in ’05 that I started lusting after an herb garden, thanks to the guy who taught herbs to my Master Gardener class. In what was clearly the best lecture of the bunch, Jim Adams shared his passion in his usual low-key way and I got the bug. He’d spent years as curator of the National Arboretum’s Herb Garden and had just started a much-needed make-over of the grounds at the British Embassy. That’s Jim at the embassy when I visited him soon after he took over the gardens.
And below you see my brand new first-ever herbs looking happy on my deck. On the left are Greek oregano, fernleaf dill, and chives. On the right, rosemary, cinnamon basil and lemon basil. Not shown are the Cilantro and spearmint.
I think they’re all lovely! I’m tasting them and getting suggestions about how to cook with them, dried or fresh, and I’d love to hear your ideas, too.
So why did it take me four years to give them a try? Honestly, because I don’t cook, and to grow herbs is to impel the grower to use the damn stuff. Quite a switch for an ornamentals-only, kitchen-averse kind of gardener. I’m expecting nothing short of a grand transformation in my relationship with food.