I’ve tried, and failed, to raise herbs for years and years. Back in Santa Monica, I used to buy those potted herb gardens from Trader Joe’s and try to keep them alive on my kitchen windowsill — no dice. We were on the first floor, and the second floor’s balcony projected over our window, so the wee plants never got enough light.
From left to right: oregano, basil, rosemary, cilantro, chives, thyme, and mint.
When I moved to Paris, one of the first things I noticed was all of the lovely window boxes coming into bloom. Some of them are quite elaborate, with trailing vines reaching almost all the way to the floors below. Our living room windows get tons of light in the morning and afternoon, and I cook so much more now — why not?