I thought it was all over –
the growing season for herbs I mean,
because my sweet Basil plant was beginning to flower.
“This is the end – the last harvest,” I thought, and sadly pinched off every leaf for drying.
“Thank you. You did a great job,” I said, feeling guilty about taking its life.
And in the end it really was the end. There were two skinny sticks left with no foliage.
I tried pulling the naked sticks out of the pot to discard them roots and all, but they fiercely resisted.
“Oh well, I will put off the final dumping of dirt and stems for later.”
A week later it was later.
And look what I found!
My Basil’s Second Life
“I’m not finished yet!” said my tough little Basil plant. “Just look what I can do with no attention, no water, and a mistress ready to chuck me over the rails!”
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