It may not look like much but I am rather happy with this pot of basil. It began as a handful of stalks after Steve and his cooking crew had picked a bag of basil clean in preparation for his pesto. There was just something about the branches that called to me that day. I thought the mass would make a great picture and I wanted to keep them upright so I placed them in a glass. And then, of course, I could not help but wonder what would happen if I actually placed water in the glass. I took some photos and then tucked the glass away. Then lo and behold, I peered into the glass one day and what did I see but roots! I let the roots grow and even added a tiny bit of fertilizer and then soil to the water. The roots grew long and strong and new leaves unfurled. Until finally I could plant this … everlasting plant … in a new pot of soil. It’s the little things … 🙂
They are looking good. Did you ever read the Keats poem about Isabella and the pot of basil? It’s rather…gory…