It's quite peculiar what plants made it through the January 2024 Deep Freeze and the summer heat dome, and what survived. I planted 11 lavenders together, and some died a terrible death and right next to it, another thrived.
The herb poetry I didn’t know I needed this cold morning (over yonder by Leach Botanical Garden). So sweetly evocative - and encouragement to plant some yerba buena myself come spring!
Thank you! Our patch of yerba buena likes some shade, and it took about 3 years to get established. Now I'm going to have to make tea every year to keep it in check.
Something about this post gave me chills...not scary chills but familiarity, this is my place kind of chills. Maybe "chills" is the wrong word, but I felt it. With this sentence, I was pulled back into California as a teen living on the edge of the Bay Area, "I'd daydream about climbing Telegraph Hill before it was encased in concrete and buildings, the smell of wild mint erupting from every footstep, mingling with the misty, saline winds coming up off the bay." I didn't know this story about Yerba Buena but I would love to walk Telegraph Hill with you surrounded by wild mint, my friend. That tea sounds amazing! Now I want to plant more types of mint in my garden next year (mine also took a beating in the ice/heat/ice/heat). xo
It's quite peculiar what plants made it through the January 2024 Deep Freeze and the summer heat dome, and what survived. I planted 11 lavenders together, and some died a terrible death and right next to it, another thrived.
We've really put them through trial by fire/ice/fire/ice.
The herb poetry I didn’t know I needed this cold morning (over yonder by Leach Botanical Garden). So sweetly evocative - and encouragement to plant some yerba buena myself come spring!
Thank you! Our patch of yerba buena likes some shade, and it took about 3 years to get established. Now I'm going to have to make tea every year to keep it in check.
Something about this post gave me chills...not scary chills but familiarity, this is my place kind of chills. Maybe "chills" is the wrong word, but I felt it. With this sentence, I was pulled back into California as a teen living on the edge of the Bay Area, "I'd daydream about climbing Telegraph Hill before it was encased in concrete and buildings, the smell of wild mint erupting from every footstep, mingling with the misty, saline winds coming up off the bay." I didn't know this story about Yerba Buena but I would love to walk Telegraph Hill with you surrounded by wild mint, my friend. That tea sounds amazing! Now I want to plant more types of mint in my garden next year (mine also took a beating in the ice/heat/ice/heat). xo