Letter to a neglectful basil grower
(Photo: Felipe Skroski/Flickr)
About this time of year every year I become absurdly fixated on other people's basil plants. Usually they're growing in pretty cramped quarters -- perhaps a pot on a balcony or front porch -- and, leggy and overgrown, they're simply begging to be cut. I have half a mind to start carrying scissors so that I can harvest the fragrant leaves for these inattentive people. That would be wrong, I know, but if I did clandestinely cut a sweet basil stem or two, I'd at least leave an explanatory note behind. This is just what it would say: Yours,
S.
































