My oldest son gave me this planter for Mother’s Day. I thought it was cute and that I’d find things to put in it. You know the kind of things I mean. Safety pins. Car keys. Anything small that I didn’t know what to do with.
I didn’t take my daughter into consideration. I have no green thumb at all. I can kill a plant just by looking at it. But Sharon is different. She gardens. And plants. And finds all kinds of pretty containers to grow things in.
She took one look at that triple planter and decided it was perfect for growing basil. So she planted it and now we have fresh basil for spaghetti and anything else that it makes taste better.
Plus, it looks great in the window.
Only thing is, it’s growing. And growing. And growing. I wonder if we’ll have to find a larger pot to grow basil in. If that happens, maybe I’ll have a place to put safety pins, car keys and anything else I don’t know what to do with.