We bought some unusual herbs in pots
To grow and add flavour to our food.
There was grapefruit mint, sweet cecily,
Creeping savory, thyme, oh lots.
They grew so strong outside our door.
I nurtured them with love.
I picked a few bits now and then,
But now they are no more.
The herbs that once were growing tall,
Waiting to be cooked,
Those pesky rabbits that run around
Have eaten one and all.
Posted by Frances Platman on 27/10/2010
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/ 01/11/2010Them pesky wabbits. we will have to wait un til next spring to collect some more of her herbs… meanwhile… hee hee mine are still all doing well. expecially the vietnamese coriander. nom nom. x