I am neither a hairdresser nor a gardener, but I am about to morph into a mixture of the two as I go out into my little courtyard to give my chives a trim.
I have been growing them in an old cooking pot (I've got quite a few herbs growing in vintage pans that can no longer take the heat and therefore are no longer allowed in the kitchen) and it's been raining so torrentially for so long (as one wag put it, this has been the wettest drought since records began!) that they are in need of urgent shearing. So, I'm any minute going out there to cut them down and turn them into something for supper.
I am not entirely decided what yet, but I feel a pot of chive and potato soup coming on...
