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Angelica and marshmallow

Last night I weeded the front garden beds that we had previously tilled. I planted two rows of marshmallow and one row of angelica. I was so excited I could not really sleep after that. I read up on both herbs and started thinking about how to make candy from them.

It sounds like I planted them in the perfect place, since both like shade and moisture. They will be tall, at least 4 feet, if they grow in full. Last night was the new moon, Saturday is the spring equinox, and I will be planting more: potatoes, bell peppers, onions. I need to get my gardenia and mints into the ground also. I have many more herb seeds, not sure where they will go. I have another shady, wet bed for the rest of the angelica, lemon balm and peppermint.

I have a sunny bed for chamomile, St John's Wort, and mullein. The other gardenia will probably go next to the boxwood.

The rear garden will contain the vegetables.

This morning I made biscuits. That's not something I thought I would ever get to do on a work morning. We had them with a different rose jam. It was strong and kind of pulpy. I may have to go back to the Swiss kind. I will use this one between layers of a rose cake for this weekend, and I will make rosewater icing for the top, probably not spread it up and down the sides like before.

I got my Margaret Johnson Tea and Crumpets book yesterday. It's so amazing. I can't wait to absorb it, not to mention try the gorgeous recipes. So many new breakfast and tea foods to make.
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