I have a confession. I have a black thumb. I know this, my family knows this. If a plant can’t grow well with neglect, then keep it away from me. The pl,ant people at the nurseries can swear up and down “just stick it in a hole and it’ll grow. I’ve taken that dare and proved them all wrong.
In the strange event a plant does start to thrive, inevitably it’ll get run over by the lawn mower.
I’m worse with house plants. You have to water those. I might try to keep up with the watering for a week or two but then, sitting over on the windowsill, out of sight, yup, don’t get me house plants.
The exception to this rule seems to be Herbs!
It started last year. Just like always, we bought a few plants to kill. You know, tomatoes, peppers. Things we could grow in containers. Just a couple, we know we’re not farmers. I saw a mint plant. I have fond memories of mint growing wild as a kid and I love the smell of fresh mint. I could sniff it all day long. So we bought that plant too.
Two months later, the tomatoes and peppers are pitiful. Not one edible veggie among them. The mint though, it’s doing pretty good. Content that we’ve fulfilled our role as plant killers for the season, we just let everything die a peaceful death.
Or so we thought. The mint, that mint, it’s tough. The first sign of warm weather this spring and it’s rising from the dirt. It’s alive! And with no help from me.
Maybe I can grow herbs. I’ve always wanted to make my own Pesto so off to my favorite Ace Hardware. 3 beautiful basil plants and I’m set. I cut them back and plant them. Those cuttings were enough for my first batch of pesto.
It’s a good thing Herbs seem to like me. My son has fallen in love with Pesto. So much so that I bought a few more plants. I might even have what some would refer to as a garden.
I’m sharing at some of these great parties.