This is an herb garden. I made it as a birthday gift for Ginny(see tomorrow). I made it myself. I went to the nursery and got all the stuff (with the advice of the staff). I took it to Bloke's house and put it all together. I want everyone to know that I actually did it by myself and I didn't screw up. I didn't require constant direction from Ginny. Why, you might ask, does that matter at all. Here is the simple answer. When women get married (to men!) they assume that men require constant attention. That they can't do a single thing on their own without wifely direction. How many times have you been asked about whether you shut the lights off, locked the door, knew which bulb to put in the socket, what size hole to drill...on and on and on ad nauseum. Women think that men are incapable of taking care of themselves. I have pointed out to Ginny that miraculously I managed to make it to the age of 23 without constant direction. I actually did quite well for myself. I took showers, fed myself, washed my own clothes and bought my own beer without female intervention.

And so I am quite proud of this minor accomplishment. I figure that if I am capable of doing an annual inspection on an aircraft, I surely am capable of making an herb garden. Here is the proof.