I’ve had a bay tree in a pot for forever – or a good decade anyway. The pot was small and the tree was small (I’m sure this is no coincidence). That little tree somehow survived neglect by me, total neglect by my tenants and, as I now realise, pretty much no soil.
Because of a sudden surfeit of pots (both Deb and Anne have given me numerous large pots) I’ve been looking at my plants with an eye to transplanting them. If it weren’t for this my little bay tree probably would have struggled on as it was for another decade. Instead, it has a new home in a beautiful terracotta pot with inches of soil to spread its roots into.
This pot just shouted Mediterranean to me. Where else should a Mediterranean tree grow but in a Mediterranean pot? Oh right, in the ground. For whatever reason I treat this tree more as a herb. Probably because of the way the leaves are used in cooking.
Yes, that’s a chicken sunbathing in the foreground. I just love it when they do that; they spread their wings, fluff their tail and nap in the sun. Rosie couldn’t have been cold when this picture was taken (it was 27 C) so I can only assume sunbathing’s part of their grooming ritual – does the sun kill mites?