So…I admit it, sometimes I’m having a bad day, or I’m hormonal or I’m just a moody bitch. This past Monday, all three aligned to occur at once and when I saw the little black flying bugs on my herbs, I acted before I thought.   It’s not something that I do regularly anymore, but Monday was such an epic fail of a day that it was the basil leaf that broke the camel’s back.

Little black, flying bugs I hate you.  Between them and the outrageously hot July, it was getting tough keeping them misted enough, watering them enough but not too much and just overall keeping them alive and happy.  So before I could even think about, the herbs…dead and alive…were relegated to that herb garden in the sky.

That sound you hear is the broken heart of a green thumb.  So…once I got down feeling sorry for myself and my herbs, I did a little research and found out how to kill the little boogers, getting some good info in the process.  Why did I not do this beforehand, please see paragraph one. If I have one regret about this, it is acting before I thought it through. But we all get to do that sometimes in life and this was my moment. Hey, I could be sitting here, lying to you about it. Telling you the mythical herb God came down from the mountains of Herbacia and took my herbs as his yearly sacrifice, all the while cackling. Enjoying my heartfelt and bereft screams to him..”Not my herbs, you bitch!” but no, I told the truth.  I had heat, black flying bugs and a terrible, no good, bad day.

So…where does that leave us? Well, it leave us with a little more room in the kitchen and a new plan. I am one of those people who tends to dive in at the deep end (swimming metaphors are weird when you don’t swim) with things. If I don’t know how to do something, I tend to pick something overly complicated to start. Yes, I just make things more difficult. With gardening, I already have a green thumb, I’ve already grown things and I’ve already tested my abilities so I figured the more, the better.  Well no, maybe not in this case. I am going to take a step back and start small. I am going to grow basil and MAYBE one other herb, but definitely basil to start. I had the best luck with it. I am going to do a little research, take some notes and start again.

It’s not failing that makes us who we are, most people fail at some point. And at some point, we all have to fall on our sword a bit. What makes us who we are is what we do once we fail. It’s ok to go off and lick your wounds for a short time, but you can’t let it beat you.  I have faith in my ability to grow things and I have faith in my ability to pick myself, clean the potting soil out from under my fingernails and start again.  I am going to master one herb, then the next. And believe me when I tell you, I will master them.

Good news is I do have a good amount of basil to work with now. I was able to get some chives, sage, cilantro and parsley out of the deal before it all went south. So, I know it can be done. So,  HERBS: MACH 2 (electric boogalo) is coming to a blog near you!

IN MEMORIAM

My herbs in happier days…