Approximately two months ago I was on the Target dollar aisle (it sucks you in before you know it because it is freaking only $1 for each thing!) and I saw a seed kit for strawberries and basil. Yes, I know that is something that a pregnant mother in her last trimester would think sounded good but they were my only options so I bought them.
Then I turned the corner and WHADAYA KNOW? Target had these adorable pots that were just the perfect size for my newly acquired plants. I mean, who in their right mind is going to turn these down?I walked out of Target with not only what I went there to buy but also two pots and basil and strawberry planting kits.
Fast forward to today, guess what? Apparently basil takes a freaking sh*t ton of sun. I have given up strawberries and that is a lost cause, they are not easy to freaking grow. I mean, my basil is definitely growing but it is slower than a snails pace and quite frankly I am a little over how long this is taking.
I talk to my plants, I am obsessive with watering and rotating them like 5 times a day so it can have optimal sunlight. I am known as the crazy plant lady to Andrew. Yes, this is my life.
So enter Nola. I’m not going to lie, she is also growing basil and I am super competitive about it. She doesn’t know this but I’m sure by the end of this she will know that secretly I was (yes, I said WAS) competing with her.
I went back to Wichita last weekend and Nola’s basil look amazing, I had massive envy of her plants. They were luscious and green, smooth and glossy and on top of that, had sun. My apartment apparently is super shady and that prevents my basil from growing as fast. I was jealous of her basil. There it was, all big, pretty and taunting me.
Come to find out……..the woman bought her plants and didn’t actually grow them from the seed like I did. I was beginning to get a complex about my ability to grow things up till this point. Phew.
So being the kind woman she is
she went out (sent Steve to Home Depot to buy them) and bought me those basil plants I was so jealous of. We planted them and the next day I headed back to Lawrence.
So there I was, I was bringing my basil up the stairs at the apartment complex and I lost my grip. Along with the sound of shattering tera cotta there was the sound of my heart breaking. After all my jealousy and work to get these new plants they were gone. Gone I tell you.
It’s been a week so I have slightly recovered but barely. I have gone back to being obsessed with my dinky little seedlings and will have to be content just knowing that they are alive and I haven’t managed to kill them.
And this was the story of my isses with basil.