Ode to my new plant

I only went into the store to look around. I don't even like Home Depot. The people there are less than helpful. I spent my time looking at green paint and hardwood floors. Yet the call of the garden center was too strong. I made it past the poppies, columbines, dill and lavender. Then I saw you sitting there, already planted in a decent looking planter. Your three different basil's looking so happy and yummy.


My brownish/black thumb and the fact that we will be moving soon should have been enough of a reason not to get you. Then the husband caved and said to get it. So now you sit in my home, making it feel and smell happy.

I promise that I will try not to kill you. I really want you to live. I swear.

Please stay alive.


Love,

~Your brown...who is trying to get back to some shade of green...thumbed friend.