Yesterday morning, I harvested our entire herb garden at once. I’m not sure I recommend that. It was dark before I finished clipping and cleaning all the herbs and preparing them for the dehydrator, where most of them will go. The dehydrator was already full when this picture was taken–these are the herbs waiting in line to get in.
I had a 5-gallon bucket of sweet basil, and bags and bags of purple basil, parsley, thyme, oregano, chives, sage, and rosemary.
I pruned the herbs back pretty good, but I left enough so that they can grow and produce again during the fall.
It’s a satisfying feeling to know I have months’ worth of herbs–and they grew in my own garden.
The entire day made me feel very medieval. I love the Middle Ages and studying that time period has been a hobby since I was a kid. I wrote three medieval romance novels. (Did you know that?) They were published about 10 years ago, but you can sometimes find them used on Amazon or eBay. Anyway, medieval people were really into herbs. They even strew their floors with them. LOVE that word. STREW. Herb-strewn floors. So romantic. I’m sure I said “herb-strewn” ten or twenty times in my books. Their floors were always herb-strewn. Sigh! The romance! (They often had straw on their floors, and the herbs were strewn in with the straw for fragrance and to cut down on odors.) I’d strew some herbs on the floor around here just for the romance, but in reality that sounds a little messy. I’ll settle for herb-strewn food.
Dinner: Pizza (with 10-grain flour) and ground lamb (not one of ours!), fresh basil and tomatoes from the garden, and cheese from Beulah Petunia.
Yesterday also brought two truckloads of hay for winter.
I don’t know why the dogs look so tired.
They didn’t do anything!