Now, I don't consider myself to be a green-fingered girl, not even slightly; but I did think that keeping a simple plant alive was hardly rocket science.. Although; who am I even kidding? This plant isn't even mine! Let's start at the beginning shall we?
My better-half declared his love for basil about two weeks ago, (yes, really.. apparently he loves the stuff!) So naturally we had to go and buy a basil plant. I don't know why a bag of the green stuff wasn't sufficient but that's neither here nor there. So, here we are... the proud owners of a basil plant. After a few days of careful preening by the boy, basil plant responsibilities were handed over to me, and this is where it started to go downhill. I'll have you know that I watered the damn thing and stuck it in the sunshine, all the things a responsible plant-owner/sitter should do; however that clearly wasn't good enough as the basil plant has now started looking very sorry for itself. Granted, it still has leaves and by all means and purposes; is a functioning plant, but it's about as limp and lifeless as 5-day unwashed hair. It just looks really fed up.. it hangs down like a sad person's face and I get a slight depressed feeling every time I catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye. My plastic plant on the other hand is thriving!
Should I be embarrassed about my horticultural failings? I'm sticking with no... I mean, who just wakes up one day and decides to grow basil anyway?
Kirsty xx
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