One way to get past sullen dullness is to do things, to make things, to have something to take care of.
Two window boxes with herbs: parseley, sage, rosemary and thyme – and basil, as it happens; some new plants, plus the three rather tired ones I'd had in the windowsill all winter, all of which desperately wanted larger growing spaces (and now they have them). All very simple – something I'm sure either of my sisters, especially the elder who does landscaping, could have done in ten minutes without thinking – for me a bit more complicated and fussy, but ultimately successful. Slightly annoying to lose a few inches of sunlight in the room – up here you need all you can get – but I like the boxes anyway.
And the plants are finally perking up a bit... yes, the tops of lots of them are chopped (I used a bunch of basil and rosemary on the chicken last night). But the basil already looks happier than it has in months – its roots have clearly noticed all of the compost and plant food and water and, above all, room to grow, in just one day.
Hmm: symbolic, that. I guess I should go out for a walk, yes?...
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