It’s not summer without the scented whiff from a basil plant as you walk past it. It can’t be summer without a handful of its leaves to liven up a green salad, or sprinkled on top a fresh and inviting Caprese, or again crushed with garlic in a creamy bright green pesto. That’s basil: once you smell it, you’ll never forget it.  

I like both the smells of the countryside and those of the city, but the countryside smells sweet, and cities could do with a bit more countryside.

In this regard we are working on a new project to provide you with an integrated garden system (with quality soil and seeds). We will tell you more about it on the pages of this blog and keep you updated.

Even when she was old, my grandma grew her vegetables next to her house.  She would put them in pots because it was easier and because having a garden was hard on her back.

My grandma would say that if you want something done, it is best to do it yourself and I did my best to find as many varieties of veg to plant on my balcony. I advise anybody living in a condo to give it a try, I find it extremely gratifying.

My grandma must have passed something poetic on to me because I can’t help looking at a plant without a feeling a sense of poetry. So I would like to write a thought for those little plants growing on my balcony.

Vegetable gardens are passion, pleasure, satisfaction, and above all fun. However, in cities they should also have another fundamental characteristic: they should be practical, easy to use and not require too much maintenance.