I am here to stoutly inform you all that my basil has an identity crisis. Yes, an identity crisis.
You see, for a long time, it sat on my kitchen counter weakly growing and slouching miserably towards the kitchen window. It was rather pathetic and like Isabel with her dolls, I have a great affinity for those things (living or not) that are under my care. So I went to the dollar store, (yes Colleen, Dollar Tree, have no fear) and bought a cute little pot and some potting soil. Joel, the dear, was worried it wasn't fertilized enough, but I figured my lazy sprawling basil wouldn't mind. I then replanted it and put it in the back window where I hoped there would be more sun. There, away from my snipping scissors, it has having its identity crisis. You see, it thinks its a tree. Every time I park my car and walk inside, there it is on the second floor balcony window reaching, sprouting, growing, like a regular little tree. It seems to laugh at me... and wave as it giggles, "I'm a tree! I'm a tree" while the silly little thing grows like a weed.
There you are. People don't have the corner of the market on identity crisises. (spl?)
:) cheers
That's hilarious! This particular post sounds so like the Rachel I remember from when I was in Michigan!
ReplyDeleteOh, dearie, don't worry, its completely norrrmal. This is just a stage, you know how it is, 'monkey see, monkey do'. The two large trees across the street are ENTIRELY responsible. Dear little Basil will grow out of it. -- or he'll be a tree. Definitely a fifty-fifty. ~ Words of a Sage ;)
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Haha, hilarious post, triple hearts to this one.:D
Erika - I told all of this to Joel and he thought it was so hilarious I posted it.
ReplyDeleteAshley - hehe... I will agree they are entirely responsible. I'll have to post about them and their interesting love story too sometime. :)
Meanwhile... my cilantro has two little weeds in the pot. How... I have NO idea! It is living on the windowsill in an apartment in the middle of the city for goodness sake!