Do you ever see those “living herbs” at your farmer’s market which are basically herb plants potted in soil so that you can (ideally) enjoy the gift that keeps on giving? Well I love fresh herbs but am terrible at keeping plants alive, so the old man has banned me from keeping living plants in the house. Except for my plea for fresh herbs.
Sadly, this winds up being the state of the herbs and then my husband can use their dry, lifeless husks to demonstrate what a terrible gardener I am.
That is, unless I remove them before he notices…
Poor things!
Then I replace them with new ones and fail to mention my trip to the store:
… and voila… that’s better. Maybe I am a decent gardener after all.
xo
