Yesterday I did a brief burst of gardening. Nowadays that's about all I can manage. I don't hurt, but I get too tired to finish what I planned. Anyway I decided, finally, after thinking about it for several years, to move the thyme plant from the front walkway to the patio.
I originally planted it out front so neighbors could pick it as needed, but quickly found the landscapers were determined to cut it down completely. One time they came around with chainsaws and hacked off ten years' growth.
So I figured now, before they strike again, to dig it up. It's now an old woody shrub, still making wonderful leaves. This was pretty strenuous, since the pachysandra had got in there to tie it down. I needed to dig up and pot it.
However, I managed it, and that open space where the gate used to be is now a herb area.
Reading from top left, thyme, honesty in strawberry pot, not an herb but I grow it for the seedpods, lemon balm, sage, empty looking pot planted with potatoes, chives and dandelion invaded by lemon balm, Thai basil, then you're back to the thyme.
I moved out the Thai basil from the kitchen, put the potato containers there, the pot of chives and dandelions, and soon the curry leaf plant will join them. The sage and lemon thyme have been there for years.
This year I may start some new rosemary, the old one having given up after many years.
Last night obligingly it rained, first in ages, just right.
And there's always soup, here butternut squash, sweet potato, carrot. Garlic scapes growing wildly in the background, handy for all kinds of meals.