Meanwhile, on the old windowsill: the purple basil is slowly growing on, wild rocket finally growing third leaves, chillies becoming ever larger, and I’ve had to pot up the quad-leaved pumpkins. The mint is rubbish.
I don’t feel like I’ve taken on more than I can chew, in fact I’m hankering for more! With the herbs being transferred into the sunny bed in the new garden, there’s room for more on my windowsill, perhaps. Precisely what though, I’m not too sure yet.