If you are in the U.K., you may be forgiven for thinking this post is a moan about the incessant rain. However, as it appears to be doing my garden some good – ah, the sandy loam is coming into its own – I am singing the praises of this:
I took the bedraggled tomato plant out of the pot which had served it well for the past half year and added the green tomatoes to a chutney I am making in the slow cooker. What is left is rampant parsley and I love parsley.
I recently saw it listed as an alternative to coriander leaf, which is particular music to my ears. I don’t like coriander leaf at all but now I have a potful of what I really do. So, parsley has been liberally sprinkling over our ‘Indian’ food all weekend.
The rhubarb in the background of the above photo is on the wane, although I managed one last stalk the other day when I accidentally knocked if off the crown. Since it couldn’t feed the root it might as well feed me.
Beyond the camera, the chard and nasturtiums in the raised bed are responding to the continued moist environment with gusto. And the caterpillars are no doubt as happy about that as I am about the parsley.