09-28-2008, 08:00 AM | #1 (permalink) | |
Une petite chou
Location: With All Your Base
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My little balcony garden...
I've always had a lot of plants and this is the first place that we've lived where I wasn't able to hang plants and make it my own. But I'm just so excited that my "little" garden is holding its own. So there are a lot of pictures, feel free to give feedback.
My poor orchid that the cat likes to keep "trimmed" for me. And my silly pepper plant that recovers wonderfully when I forget to water it... The basil that's taking over. Mint! And my exploding oregano plant... can't keep up with it! I love the leaves!
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09-28-2008, 08:07 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Tilted Cat Head
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thanks for sharing!
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09-28-2008, 10:04 AM | #5 (permalink) |
Leaning against the -Sun-
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I love basil! How nice
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