I have an indoor herb garden. I planted it a few weeks ago and when I came home with the seeds, Jonathan said “Parsley? What are we going to do with parsley?”
“I don’t know,” I responded, “but I bought sage, rosemary and thyme and it just seemed wrong not to have parsley.”
He shook his head. Clearly my husband is not as moved by Simon and Garfunkle as I am.
I have been carefully tending my sprouting garden, spritzing the sprouts with water daily, moving them into the sun, and turning them. On Friday I reached for my water bottle, and began spritzing my parsley. All of a sudden the smell of vinegar reached my nose, and I realized that I had grabbed my vinegar spray bottle that I use for cleaning, instead of the water bottle.
FYI, parsley doesn’t like to be sprayed with vinegar.
So I have a musically incomplete herb garden. And also, if you come for supper, there will be no garnishment on the dinner plates.
