It hasn’t rained for over a week, unusual for this part of the world. The garden is a myth of spires as the plants have stretched higher than I have ever seen before. Every day there is something new to surprise and delight. The little greenhouse nurtures herbs that have been propagated from seed, root cuttings, stolons and leaf cuttings. As the flowers fade the seed pods fill with expectancy  and a quiet beauty of their own.

Motherwort (Leonurus cardiaca) has  flourished while at her feet many infant plants have been borne to life. Only one plant grew from the seeded Oats (Avena sativa) but there will be enough to sow next spring. The Hopeful Herbalist is hoping that there will plenty of set seeds promising  a plentiful harvest for cutting, drying, storing and garbling next year.