My morning task has become retrieving the newspaper at the end of the driveway. I do this in night clothes, irrespective of the weather unless I have some reason to dress first thing in the morning. I do not read the newspaper most days, though my wife does and I once had a great fondness for many different newspapers. A of these dailies have gone extinct, including the Herald-Tribune to which my sixth grade class qualified for a cheap subscription. Most still print every day but with much reduced local reporting, victim to parallel depletion of paid advertising. This morning, as nearly every morning except Saturday when the local paper discontinued that day's print edition, I went to the driveway's end, this time dressed in anticipation of our cleaning service visit. Rain fell steadily, though not enough to create big puddles on the driveway or adjacent lawn. I found the paper wrapped in plastic, tied at the top, with a coating of water. I bent down, shook the drops off as I picked it up, then deposited it at my front door to enable my wife to read about what's new.
Today's forecast predicts a much heavier downpour as we enter the first week of spring. Outdoor activities did not appear on my Daily Tasks, other than to begin preparing my herb pots that I keep a few steps from my front door, their bottoms resting on grassless peat moss applied by our semi-annual landscaping service. Those herbs had largely failed last summer while my indoor aerogarden herbs have flourished. I don't know why. Rosemary had some straggly needles, hardly enough for meaningful culinary use. Even spearmint, a dominant weed if not contained, produced only a few sprigs. Chives, thyme, dill, coriander went nowhere.
Reasons for crop failure would generate a long list. Old seeds, inadequate pot drainage. I don't think the lawn service sprayed herbicide on them as their placement near shrubbery shields them from the grassy areas. Maybe too little sunlight, though I have had better growth in previous years. The soil has not been enriched in any way for a while.
One recent afternoon I inspected each pot. The soil seemed tamped down. I don't remember if I used potting soil or topsoil. The latter is easier to work with but most online herb pot advice recommends potting soil that comes pre-enriched. I took a small hand trowel, loosening each upper layer, digging down the to the drainage layer beneath, one made of small stones or broken pottery. I will confirm drainage before planting this season. The soil layer for some appeared thinner than when I first established most of the pots a few years ago.
When I watch cooking shows, another activity much reduced in frequency over time, the chefs all have culinary herb access. I do too as an aerogarden, with some components woefully overgrown and underharvested. But I really want to be able to go outside my front door to snip leaves that enhance what I create in my kitchen. That will require a little more attention than in seasons past.
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