One of the bad sides of living in the centre of a city is that I don't have my own garden. Gardens are just great: they are made for walking, dreaming, reading in a hammock, playing, and of course, for telling and keeping secrets.
One of the practical sides of having a garden is having fresh herbs available for some yummy home cooking. Until I have enough money for a lovely house with a huge garden, I will have to do with this little fellow and its friends:
In time I plan to make a whole set of hanging baskets and put them all in my kitchen window (as this apartment doesn't have any windowsills). My own little hanging garden!
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