The photo is very relevant because herbs have occupied my day today with a vengeance.

We’ve been building our herb garden from the remaining scaffolding planks left over from the veggie garden. This garden is at waist height and is about six foot square – that was measured and cut before I suddenly got the heebeegeebees about whether or not I’d be able to reach stuff in the middle. In a ‘quiet moment’ while DM was occupied elsewhere, I sneaked a quick check and was relieved to see that I could reach the middle from the edges – he’d have been furious with me if we’d had to re-cut all of the wood.

The wooden frame went together really well – quick, easy (even accounting for the slope of the land it was going on) but the next bit was the hard work…..

All of that granite I was carting into a dark and gloomy corner of the garden last year has to be carted out and used as drainage in the bottom of the bed – I’ve loaded a dozen loads of granite and stone onto the wheelbarrow, all by hand because you can’t use a spade to do it, wheeled it around into the garden, up a plank and over into the structure.

And more to the point, it’s not finished – it still needs a few tonnes of compost and soil loaded in before I can plant it up. I am going to have muscles like Tarzan before this project is finished.

Tired? Nah – tired is for wimps! Actually, I am shaking like a leaf and as tired as a tired thing can get……..still – NEXT YEAR, I’ll have access to all of the herbs I want, grown on site and in a rabbit-proof place. That makes it worth the effort.

I was being inspired last year, at Rosemoor.