Chives

Sticking to an extent with yesterday's *theme* - these chives and their planter were my mother's. She made the cement planter at some kind of workshop at some point when she was in her eighties, and then I inherited it when she moved out of her cottage at her retirement place and into an apartment. So that was 15 years ago. I basically completely ignore the poor things and they just keep on keeping on. Every now and then I remember I have chives and go out and snip a few. They remain undaunted and seem not to notice that no one takes care of them in any way!