On a blisteringly hot day almost 30-years ago I headed out the door with only one thought in mind, planting an herb garden. The fact that the forecast warned of temperatures well into the 90’s didn’t matter. I had one day off that week and my wagon was loaded with an expensive assortment of  3” pots of tender herbs. Aborting the mission was not an option, and so shovel in hand, I began. By the time I had completed the job I thought I was going to die…right there in my pretty little garden. The chosen site was on the front lawn, right under my kitchen window. It received full sun for most of the day, would be easily accessible anytime I needed fresh herbs for the cookpot, and it could be seen and admired any time I happened to…