by JL Wall

Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration.  My roommates certainly seem to think so, which is awfully kind of them.  However, it’s the conclusion I reached earlier today during a brief bit of impulse buying.

You see, among the reasons I’ve had less time to think about blogging lately than during the academic year is that I’ve been busy planting things in front of my apartment.  (There’s this bathtub in the front yard — even the landlord isn’t quite sure how, when, or why it wound up there — that has been used for that in the past.)  A few days ago, I put in basil; today I drove out to buy some mint — if I’m growing herbs, I’m also growing herbs that go well with bourbon.  They were out of mint — but vegetables were 80% off.  I’m now the proud owner of a tomato plant (that, admittedly, was already rather grown up; but it’s late July and it was eighty-percent off) and an eggplant, and feel like I’m going to be in a little over my head.  Not to mention the chives and parsley that were already growing in it that I had to plant around because I think they belong to the people who live above me, even though they’ve more or less given me free reign over the tub.

Anyway, if I had a camera, I’d stick in the obligatory pictures here.  And expect to hear a little more about them as summer goes on — to repeat myself from way long ago, Andrew Sullivan has beagles, John has a child, and I have plants.  And it’s rather fortunate, probably, that I only have plants.  Any advice, of course, is also welcome.

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