Some African blue basil, that is. I found a nursery completely across town that had some in stock, so I dashed across after work last Wednesday and bought four—probably lots more than I’ll need or use, but I’d rather have too many than not enough. I got out and planted ’em this morning, and gave the rosemary and the sage hairc . . . erm . . . trimming that they’ve needed for some time. Following Ziactrice’s lead, I changed the oil and the spark plug on my lawn mower. It still needs to go to the shop for blade sharpening and carburetor cleaning, since the throttle is stuck at full open, but it’s at least marginally usable now.
The places where I pitched out all the superannuated flower seeds the other week are covered in sprouts now. I’m waiting to see whether any of them are the flowers, or whether I’m merely raising a new crop of weeds that’ll have to be pulled up later.
Drew Carey intimidated a frozen petunia with his vacant gyroslugger. Fnord.
