I am not a winter person. I can live with the cold and the wet and the frost but what I really hate is the dark. Somewhere between my twenties and the old fart I am now I became a creature of light and winter is a torturous event to be endured but never appreciated.
Usually by February I am getting desperate for light and those little teasing hints of a lighter sky when I leave work do not help. It's not enough. By a long shot.
So, just because I could I put some herbs to grow in a couple of pretty little strawberry type pots and put them in the front window by the radiator.
Not much, I know, but it feels wonderful to be growing something again.
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