The Useful Things

I must confess, never in my life have I had a vegetable garden. Or an herb garden. Or really my very own garden at all. I'm a plant freak though, and I tend to buy a ridiculously large number of houseplants just to cover up the small percentage of them that I happen to kill. And by small percentage I mean, until I moved to Vancouver, I'd really only killed one - an orchid. A feisty little bastard that never even gave me a chance to keep it alive. Since moving back to North America, I can confirm there have been deaths of a pink spotted little guy, a teeny tiny fern that I swear was nearly dead when I got him anyways, a mini rose plant that no one could have kept from dying, 6 dahlia bulbs that produced 6 plants and about as many flowers, and a spangly little leafy bugger that didn't even look pretty when I brought him home. And all of that in less than three years. So I thought it was best then to plant myself some vegetables and herbs.

Behold, the soon to be dead plants that adorn my balcony - for the moment.