My thumb is the opposite of green. I have killed every plant I've tried to grow, and that's including a plant given to me by my neighbor with the reassurance it was "unkillable."
So when my master gardener mother-in-law gave me a beautiful pot housing four kinds of herbs and flowers, I was more terrified than the day the nurse placed Lola in my arms for the first time.
So every single day since then, I've set the alarm on my phone to remind me to water my second baby. I've pulled it into the shade when the sun is too intense. I've read it stories, sang it songs and told it jokes. I've done everything short of tucking it into my bed next to me at night.
It appears my efforts have paid off, and my thumb is starting to look a little less black and a little more phosphorescent.
Tonight, my second baby did me proud.
See that basil on my pizza? That's my baby basil!!! I kept it alive long enough to harvest and partake.
And my goodness, it was good.