Our new place has no outdoor space – not even a balcony for our little garden – so about half of our plants went to Mark’s house, and the surviving herbs were transplanted and are living in our kitchen window. The cats have helped themselves to the chives, but otherwise everything seems to be thriving.
Someone in the complex, however, covertly stashed their basil in boxes by one of the flower beds. I noticed it on my way to work one morning, and have subsequently checked on it regularly, pinching off any flowers or buds to keep it growing.
Yesterday, though, I noticed that the basil is gone. I hope that the sneaky farmers retrieved their plants and that they weren’t just tossed by the maintenance people. That’d be a sad end for two bins of lovely fragant basil.