Next week it will be my birthday. It’s strange to me how quickly it has crept up. When I was a kid, I would count down, always hyper aware of how many days until that special one. Not to say that birthdays don’t mean anything anymore but they are’t the same experience as they were when I was a child.
I feel like a mom with a new baby when it comes to my basil plant. I wrote that this morning when I started this post and as of tonight, it has started to wilt 🙁 I guess I’m bad with plants after all. Now I’m sad I didn’t make better use of it while it was at its best.
I’m not a plant person. Scratch that. I’m not a garden person. Not necessarily because all my plants die on me but because I’ve just never had the patience to grow my own food. That’s probably blasphemous from a vegetarian but I’m not your typical veg-head. I’m pretty lazy when it comes down to it. (Awaiting firing squad.) But there