Basil Under Glass

Last weekend I took my mom to the American Horticultural Society’s annual plant sale at George Washington’s old country digs, River Farm. Together Mom and I filled the back of the Subaru with wonderful things – native blueberry, strawberries, hellebore, bear’s breeches (acanthus mollis), and herbs.

Maybe I should have waited to buy tender herbs, but it was sunny and eighty degrees and who knew winter would return?

And so my basil plants are out in the cold wet garden with nothing to protect their delicate Mediterranean flesh but a skin of glass. Fare thee well, little basils, fare thee well.

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