My container garden enjoys a lovely perch on my porch that affords the plants a view of my Watertown neighborhood. The tomato plants have grown like crazy creeping over the edge of their pots and the ledge, tempting passersby like women hiking up their skirts for a ride. Racy little plants. The first tiny green bulb has emerged and already I want to pluck it and eat it. But I’ll be a good gardener and get my tomatoes from the farmers’ market until then. 

My new basil plant has grown bushy and freakishly abundant (in the blue pot), and I see a quart of pesto in the future to be consumed all year. The cilantro (yellow container) has done its job too by multiplying into aromatic goodness; it’s hard now to eat fish without a little homemade cilantro sauce. It’s nice to be able to grocery shop on your porch.