I got a potted basil plant recently when I attended a dinner, as a party favor. Cute idea.
I was a little hesitant to take it, though. Jaimie and plants don't get along. I've only been able to keep one plant alive.
When I was in college, I worked for an insurance agency. My boss gave me a root of some leafy plant (philodendron, maybe?). That thing certainly had it's ups and downs (my friend took it in after the crash) and now? It seems to be flourishing. I graduated college in 2003. I've kept a plant alive for 10 years! True achievement.
I feel like since I've gotten it some new buddies, it's perked right up. Oh, and sunshine. Apparently it likes that stuff too.
The basil was brown and shriveling before I realized I was supposed to plant and soil it and yeah -- that sunshine thing.
This inspired a trip to Ace Hardware. I found other fun herbs and such. I came home with planters, new plants and some potting mix.
Jimmy shook his head. He knows I have a tough time with plant life. I told him it would be different this time.
It has! I've actually seen some growth in two weeks already. It's exciting. I need a hobby. Oh, wait this counts. I be horticulturing.
I have my coffee and then check m'plants.
But that damn basil. I think it's done for. I though if I planted it and put it in the sun it may re-sprout or something? It may have been too far gone. I act like there's no electronic literature that could tell me what I need to do.
But ole houseplant sure loves it out on the ledge with it's new pals. Kickin' it.
I have given them all (except Basil. It's in plant-ICU) stern instructions to give a stink eye to the chick who lets her dog poop in front of our balcony and DOESN'T PICK IT UP.
Get 'em team green.