Mama is really frustrated. Not just because I don't have the stuff to make the soup I want to make, but for a bunch of other reasons -- wanting to make long-term family plans, wanting to build a greenhouse, wanting a bunch of other stuff that isn't really functional now. And feeling pretty useless about it, because none of it is in a place I can do anything about. And I'm getting to a point in my life where Mama is going to be a more significant part of my normal frontage, and the stuff that she really wants isn't stuff I can do right now.
And I thought about this for a bit, and then took us upstairs and started working on painting the upstairs hallway. Which is one of Mama's projects, even though it isn't one of Mama's passions. We feel better now. And might even get more than one panel done. And I've figured out more or less how to deal with innie corners, which is nice. I may have enough of the hall painted soon that I'll feel happy with the idea of taking a picture and posting it, for all those who are on the edge of their seats for updates on my domesticity.
Oh, and we emptied the dishwasher.
Anyway. I've got another sort of project in mind; I want to develop an herb garden. Preferably something I can move, so something in pots or the like would be a requirement. (I'm feeling exceptionally frustrated about the prospect of starting a satisfactory garden and possibly moving away from it before I'm done with it at the moment.)
So I'm sort of doing a combination "What should I put this in?" and "What should I grow" brainstorming solicitation. I really like the idea of strawberry pots, and not just because I want to get one for Kunda for a humidity box, I just think they look neat. So I might be doing herbs in strawberry pots. Some European flavoring things, some for Asian cooking of various varieties -- I started with Chinese, and am sort of dabbling with adding bits of Indian and Vietnamese.
One of the things I really want out of life is to try dwarf citrons again, kaffir limes and other limes and lemons and maybe other things besides, but I'm still waiting to see if my orange survives the year without coming down with blight, and I don't think we can handle the light requirements for the winter. I shan't let myself start whining about wanting a greenhouse again, though.
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It was a "Thyme clock" -- a round plot divided into twelve segments. A different variety of thyme was planted in each segment, and there was a gnomon in the center so the whole thing could (presumably) act like a sundial.
Really nifty.
You can see pictures of it if you go to http://www.osmond-riba.org/lis/photos-20604b.htm#union and scroll down a little bit.
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Incidentally, one of the symbols on the bottom of that diamond-shaped plaque thing for Jackson's garden reminds me of the astrological symbol for Virgo. If you hadn't gotten that possible lead yet. O with a dot in, Virgo, Omega? Hrum.