Aww, poor basil. Amidst everything that is green and flourishing, including your basil brother, you did not thrive. Your pot was full of water and your leaves were gone. I'm so sorry you had to suffer the scorching midwest sun while your roots drowned away in their sorrows.A little dramatic?
It's true. My poor basil did not make it while I was gone gallivanting on vacation. I planted two basil plants a few days before we left to go up north. B bought one and I bought the other a few days earlier. I'm not exactly sure which was which, but I believe B's has lived to see another day. Mine however...
..yikes! Don't be fooled by the pretty pink impatiens in the background. This did not look good for basil #2. I felt bad for the little guy. So, in order to pick myself up again I looked around at all the pretty herbs that were still flourishing and...
...ate a cupcake! Because that's what all good moose do when a tragedy of {minor} proportions occurs.
I feel much better.
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