Everything Under The Tropical Sun

I bought a basil plant kit about a month ago with the notion (and in hopes) that I’ll be able to grow something. I’ve always believed that I am not blessed with a green thumb.

Why the sudden urge to grow something you say? I don’t know. Some people might say that I’m nesting… others (more traditional and older people) would say that I’m yearning for a baby…

I don’t think so.

I still don’t feel it’s time for us to have a baby (if any of my parents or in-laws are reading this… so sorry to disappoint you guys … I know you want more grand kids), and it’s not just because of the turmoil the whole world is experiencing at this point, it’s just that we’re simply not ready. When are we going to be, you ask? Well…

It’ll be a time when we’re both not too busy with our careers… or a time when things have pretty much settled down. Too many things are happening these days. We haven’t plateaued yet: there’s my husband’s promotion and there’s me… getting transferred yesterday to a new department (which I will blog about later, things are still a bit hush hush for now) and it needs all the time I have during weekdays. Between my husband and I, we usually go home at around an average of 9pm everyday (that’s Monday to Saturday) and sometimes we work on a Sunday.

Taking care of our two dogs is near impossible already as it is and if it wasn’t for my husband’s green thumb, our basil plant would’ve wiltered and died on us by now (because I keep forgetting to water it in the morning with all the rush to leave for work). If you’d notice, it doesn’t have a lush green color to its leaves either. It’s kinda green-yellowish.

But I love basil. It’s my all-time favorite herb and I’ve been meaning to start practicing for my future herb garden (I just envy Barefoot Contessa on the lifestyle network… she just picks all her herbs from her garden). I told myself that someday, when I have the time, I’d plant my own herb garden as well.

I envisioned myself in about 7-10 years from now (I’d be about 40 years old) in a garden full of herbs and vegetables. Something like an English countryside garden but with a contemporary twist and a Filipino feel. I really don’t know how I’m going to accomplish that but that’s what I want.

I have a feeling that this little basil embodies the hope to someday have my garden and my dream of retiring early and living a simple and fulfilled life… if this is what I have to do in the meantime to get it, so be it.

So grow, little basil… grow tall and high and yummy and fragrant. For with you lies a simple symbol of what’s to come.