Okay, so it's not exactly a garden, but growing basil plants is close enough. After three or four days, seeing their little green heads poking through the soil is definitely enough to evoke a smile. I could carry on with the whole "cycle of life is beautiful" topic, but that's too cliché, and the theme of this blog is already pushing the sentimental angle. Let's just leave it with the fact that I was very tempted to sing "A very merry unbirthday!" to my babies. Once they get past the moody adolescent phase, I have a nice large pot to put them in. And after that...oh god, delicious paninis.
Why do I feel like a murderer...?
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