I'm loving my herb garden right now. July is its most magnificent month, and all the hard work that has gone into it shows. I created it oh, about 9 years ago. I sited it in an odd part of the farm, a place that doesn't get an awful lot of sun. Most herbs don't need all day sun, like most vegetables do. We're not really looking for them to flower, so less sunlight fills that bill. It's in the shape of a circle, about 24 feet in diameter, and I cut it into pie wedges, twelve of them. Then I bisected each pie wedge so that it really is two circles, one inside the other. That gives me 24 different spots in which to plant herbs.
Here is a picture of the herb circle during the winter, when most things are dormant. That gorgeous specimen in the middle is a Clematis Montana putting on its annual show.

We changed the herb garden slightly this year. The chef was not loving the various sages I originally planted so long ago, and he had no use for a few of the other oddities I had in there, such as St. John's Wort, Germander, and Lamb's Ear.
So we dug those out this spring and added some new herbs that I've never grown before, but they're coming along nicely: Chervil, Safflower, Anise Hyssop, German Sour Dock, and Fenugreek.
The newbies have been added to our tried and true favorites: Stevia, Rosemary, Oregano, Bronze Fennel, Basil, Chives, Lavender, Parsley, Thyme, Summer and Winter Savory, Golden Marjoram, Garlic Chives, Dill, Purslane, Cilantro (he loves the flowers and the green coriander seeds), Sorrel, Yarrow, Tarragon, and the bully, Nasturtium.
The Nasturtiums are always trying to dominate the others, overshadowing (literally) the basil and chives next to them. I get in there and hack away at the invading army, and try to revive the squashed neighbors. I do love the Nasturtiums, though, they remind me of my grandmother, who had a small patch of them growing under the stairwell of her apartment. I insisted on going out there and watering them with her little watering can. So much so, that she'd eventually have to call me in, saying, "That's enough, sweetie." They were the first plant I ever nurtured. So I see Nasturtiums as not only a reminder of my grandma, but of the start of the obsession I have with plants.
I'd love to be able to show this herb garden to my grannie. I think she would have loved it. When I re-open the farm to the public soon, you're all invited to come over and take a look at it. Bring your watering can.
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