They were the first to sprout in our greenhouse this spring, the most sturdy adapters when dug in outside, and they continue to grow well beyond my previous, high-altitude gardening attempts. The basil is bushy, fragrant and worthy of a picture according to neighbor Erlene. So here we have it. Another lesson in ‘just because it sprouted and grew nicely doesn’t mean you have to keep it all season.’ Because of course, I want to eat every last bit of the 12 bushes’ deliciousness.
And here is another photo of first-year eastern gardener’s miscalculations. Apparently zinnias AND tomatoes grow like sports players on drugs when propagated in horse manure. Too bad I can’t really see or get to them through the nitrogen-intoxicated leafage.
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