The potager is planted. Not being a country girl, the planting of our pottage is one of the highlights of the year for me. It seems miraculous that I can walk out of the kitchen and pluck warm tomatoes off their branches, sprinkle fresh herbs on or in whatever I’m cooking and make my evening tea from my homegrown mint leaves.
|I like to stand in my potage, pluck the cherry tomatoes off the vine and pop them in my mouth.|
The peas and the haricots verts were planted this morning. Tomatoes — all sorts of tomatoes — were planted yesterday along with zucchini, cucumbers and celery.
|French pharmacies sell melisse. It is a pleasant, effective — very gentle in my experience — drainant.|
The herbs, basil, thyme, two sorts of parsley, tarragon, dill and two types of mint, went into the ground last weekend. I’ve already started making salads with tomatoes (not mine yet) and mozzarella featuring fresh basil from the garden and olive oil Andrea and I bought in St Remy. Lettuce plants are going in some time during the week and maybe another cherry tomato plant or two. I love cherry tomatoes.
|Haricot vert plants, before. . .|
|Haricots verts, after. . . (We are a long way away from the final product.)|
This will be the first time for haricots verts and peas. I asked a friend if they required any special treatment. She said: “You plant them, you water them, you pick them, you cook them and you eat them.”
I’m not a huge, huge pea fan, but My-Reason-For-Living-In-France loves them. Maybe coming right out of my own garden will change my opinion.