I went to the farmers' market yesterday and bought a basil plant. I've tried growing windowsill basil before, with indifferent results. The plants would grow very tall, and then just wither and die. So this latest plant is a bit of an experiment. Instead of one tall stalk of basil, it's actually about eight or nine stems, a little miniature basil-patch-in-a-pot. My theory is that the basils can all keep each other in line, and if one dies, the others will have that much more room to grow. And they've got a fairly big pot, so I don't think they'll be pinched for space for some time. Now all I have to do is figure out what to name my latest basil. My two previous basils were Sir Basil Exposition and Sir Basil Rathbone, so those names are taken.
I'm back on the Chicago schedule of weekly singings. This is making me a very happy Pony.