My darling...

Basilica. One year ago, you were just a seed, tucked into a peat pot. I watered you and you grew and flourished in the sunshine on the back deck. In time, you graced my bruschetta, my omelets, my summer pasta, and most of all, my fresh tomato - basil - mozzarella salad. You were the mainstay of my marinara sauce, the darling of my kitchen, the belle of the ball. You so outlasted Rosemary and Thyme. Even Sage gave up. It's okay. You have given me the best year of your life. You are so superior to the other herbs - you are my sunshine. But, Basil, it's time to let go. Watching you day after day, trying to grow new leaves, is killing me. Most of your branches are gone, but you are still trying so hard to keep going. We have to end this, but I've got plans to let you go out in style. I have a lovely thin chicken cutlet, some goat cheese and some tender baby spinach that I think you will be happy with. Go in peace, my Basil, and know that you were loved and savored. I shall never forget you and the summer of 2008.