I only went into the store to look around. I don't even like Home Depot. The people there are less than helpful. I spent my time looking at green paint and hardwood floors. Yet the call of the garden center was too strong. I made it past the poppies, columbines, dill and lavender. Then I saw you sitting there, already planted in a decent looking planter. Your three different basil's looking so happy and yummy.
My brownish/black thumb and the fact that we will be moving soon should have been enough of a reason not to get you. Then the husband caved and said to get it. So now you sit in my home, making it feel and smell happy.
I promise that I will try not to kill you. I really want you to live. I swear.
~Your brown...who is trying to get back to some shade of green...thumbed friend.
Hee. I also have a horrifically brown thumb. Our realtor gave us a plant as a house warming present, and my husband turns to me, hands it over and says, "You may kill it at your leisure." So sad, and yet. So true.
I LOVE basil! Yes, live little plant! Live! She needs you for some tasty meals in the future.