Marjoram grows at the bottom of the apartment stairs. It is wildly invasive. I have seen purple fields which had been taken over by it. Still marjoram enchants me, although I shall never plant it again in my own garden. One small packet of seed once taught me a tremendous lesson. It is supposed to be soothing if one adds it to one's bath water, which I tried as I certainly had enough of it - but the tranquility was broken by frantic efforts to stop the weeds from clogging up the drain. Then I put them in a bag, but fishing out the water soaked botanicals were not really worth the effort. I shall stick to lying back with slices of cucumber on my eyes.
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