A brief interlude of bright sunshine on a breezy day. In the pots outside the window, the wind set some young chive shoots vibrating while those braced against other stems stayed still.
The sturdy oregano stood firm in the wind, its hairy stems backlit by the sun.
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Close up the narrow leaves of rosemary reveal neatly hemmed edges, the dark, waxy upper surface rolled tightly over the pale, slightly woolly under surface.
The smooth chives of the stem are faintly ribbed, tapering to a blunt point. The abstract patterns of their leaning, crossing stems are marred only by the shriveled ends of the stems cut for the kitchen.
As our balcony garden is tucked in an angle on the shady side of the building, my early attempts at growing tomatoes, salads and beans in pots were a miserable failure. Over on the sunny side, herbs hanging from the window rail are a more realistic prospect and a taste of home grown freshness.