Gardening is about sex and death. Or so I hear.
Anyway, tomorrow there's going to be some death. I planted a seedling that was supposed to be borage. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Either way, the leaves (which I was told to use in salad - tastes like cucumber) are huge, and hairy in the way that stinging nettles are hairy. Almost as prickly, too.
So that's either not what I thought or not what I wanted. And tomorrow it will meet its fate.
2 comments:
Borage is, in fact, hairy and has a science fiction little shop of horrors look to it.
So spare that plant, Gardener.
Sex and death? No wonder I've taken to gardening.
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