I’m giving up on the Friday Lists. They were difficult to come up with, were getting redundant, and no one was reading them anyway. So, from now on, unless I just miraculously come up with a great list, Fridays will be like any other day around here.
Last night I made lasagna. While I was making the sauce, I could tell it needed just a bit of fresh basil. Problem was, I hadn’t bought basil at the store is ages! I didn’t even have dried basil. The refrigerator repair man was here working on the fridge, so I couldn’t go and get any either. What was I going to do? Then it hit me. I planted basil in the front yard last spring! I don’t have to buy basil.
I hadn’t used any of my planted basil because, well, it wasn’t doing as nicely as the store bought ones. I just stuck it in a hole, and left it alone. If I had watered it, it’d be much bigger, I’m sure, but instead I let nature do its thing. But since I really needed basil for my sauce, I ran out front and picked about three leaves. I was excited and happy that I was so self sufficient. Then Son came out and pulled an entire top of the poor plant. I hope it lives.