I used to garden quite a bit, but gave it up when I went back to school full time four years ago. Every year I swore I'd make time again, and every year the plot produced a bounteous harvest of weeds.

Now the promise of a new apartment has brought on a flurry of container gardening. Maybe too much of a flurry. It started out as strictly kitchen herbs, but thus far I have potted:

16 basil plants, tightly packed into two pots (Pesto!)
1 pot of rosemary
1 of cilantro
1 poblano pepper
2 ornamental peppers
2 midget spruces
1 aloe
1 pot of chives
1 pretty purple-flowered thingie (because Angel Mist is such a crappy cheesy name and I haven't figured out the proper nomenclature yet)

All of this for a patio about the size of a bedspread. (OK, plus a front stoop.) I really must stop. Just like I tell myself everytime I cross the threshold of Home Depot.