I love tea. I love tea so much I forget that the Boston Massacre isn’t that time tea was dumped in a harbor, but another violent act. So it occured to me that I could grow tea. It’s just dried out plants, sometimes fruits and vegetables, or herbs, but mostly just different kinds of leaves.
My tea plantation. Mostly chamomile.
Aerogarden sells seed pods that will supposedly grow mint, lavender, and chamomile. Well you wouldn’t know it by me. I tried twice and never got the lavender to come up. And the mint quickly died. So…I grew a shit ton of chamomile. It became unruly and unsightly. But it was pretty at first.
My meager harvest
I learned that with chamomile it’s the flowers you use to make tea. My harvest was messy and petals and leaves and pollen went everywhere. But I put them on some paper towel to dry and waited a few days. And then brewed the worst come tea I’ve ever had. When I was a kid I pretended to be a goat and I ate grass. The taste was quite similar. But oh well…I liked growing it. It looked interesting. And I live and learn.
