Hello June

This time last year my daughters and I were preparing for a joint graduation celebration.  Baby Sister came into town from the hinterlands of New England and my two best buds finally met.  It was such a happy time.  I am still overwhelmed by the love and effort put forth by so many.  Thanks, Guys.

Now I'm trying.  Crocheted a bundle of sleeves and covered some hideous plastic containers.  Three successes there.  Grew some beet foliage that was more gorgeous than I could have predicted.

And then it died.

No broken hearts.  I composted what I could.  Saved the soil.  Reworked the sleeve.  Waited for inspiration.  And it came, eventually.

When I was a home owner I delighted in my teeny herb garden.  Terra cotta pots on a bent wire baker's rack on my front porch.  Dappled shade.  Dappled sunlight.  Bliss.  Parsley, basil, tarragon,thyme, mint, dill, and chives in abundance.  Here the scale is more limited.

And so I potted up some sage, mint, and rosemary.  So fragrant.  So lovely.  What visions I had of yummy edible surprises.  Roast chicken.  Herbal iced teas.  Smoothies.  But disaster struck!  Today I found this on my counter:

Can you see?  Hideous smudgy black spots on almost every leaf.  As if the poor plants had been attacked by aliens or acid rain or....who knows what.  "That is a disappointment" as Ron Howard would say.

I hope it's not a prelude.  June better not suck.