This is so depressing.
I'm even more inept at horticulture than I ever imagined.
You may remember my previous post about being unable to raise healthy basil plants in my kitchen. And about my awe at how easily Bonnie seemed to be able to produce bushels of basil, almost at will. It was a classic case of basil envy.
Well, I made a shocking discovery in my kitchen this week that has left me completely demoralized.
You see, I was secretly assuming that Bonnie was just working with a better grade of basil. My ineptitude alone could not explain the difference in the size of our basil plants. Maybe she had tough, street-hardened New York City basil, while I was trying to get by with this laid back, drifty, unfocused California basil.
That theory, it turns out, is just so much fertilizer.
Not only are our plants from the same stock, but Bonnie has been supplying the very basil plants I've been trying to grow all along.
In fact, I've been up against a pro.
Here's the photo I posted of my basil plant:
Ah, but zoom in and you'll see that little tag from the garden shop stuck in the pot:
That's the side that's been facing up all the while I've been nursing along this pathetic, unfocused, wimpy little plant. Here's an even closer look:
Well, I turned the plant around to do a thorough watering and, for the first time, took a close look at the other side of that little tag:
It turns out that not only has Bonnie been overly modest about her gardening skills, but that she's this major, big-time basil mogul whose basil plants are distributed all over the country. I didn't have a chance against this kind of competition.
Check it out. Here's her website.
That's so like her. She was just too modest and polite to tell me what a total oaf I've been. She even knows the latin name for basil: Ocimum basilicum.
Like I said in my first post, these professional bloggers are a sharp lot. They're street smart and wise in the ways of the world. I'll have to hone my skills if I'm going to rise from the ranks of commenters and make it in this league.
I may be in over my head.