Happy Basil

It's unclear to me how this basil plant ever looks this happy. It's sitting on the back porch with a great deal of sun beating down on it for hours on end. On days when the temperatures reach as high as one hundred degrees or more. Which apparently it luvs. But water? Not every day. Some days I forget its very existence, what with all the other stuff I find to distract me from the care of my little old basil plant.

And on the days when I walk out the back door to check on it and I've forgotten it's even there, I'm convinced this is My Basil Plant's Last Day Of Ever. Since it sits there wilting in its little pot looking at me with its accusing little expression. "Murderer," it says to me. "How could you forget about me? I am, after all, your favorite herb. What with all I do to make your pesto a bit of perfection."

It makes a good point. 

But on this particular day, two or three days ago, I walked outside and this was the view I beheld. I'd watered it excessively the night before. How it keeps coming back from that wilted mass of droopiness is beyond me. But how glad I am. What a hearty, happy plant! 

Comments

[Joy]

That is the most beautiful basil I have ever seen! My basil is jealous!

[Melody]

You're very sweet, but in person your basil may be much prettier than mine. Certainly they're at least equals. :)

[Sean]

I think it's time to admire your basil in a flavorful pasta sauce, or with a big slice of tomato and a little olive oil.

We have one in our front yard that is constantly providing us with delicious flavors for our table, and I think what makes it happy is that we smile while we eat it ;-D

[Melody]

Sean, guess what I had for dinner tonight?!