Some years I wait too long, then wake up one morning to the blackened leaves of frostbitten basil. Not this time!
Last night I dug it up. The entire harvest is now sitting in a tub with a bit of water, waiting for me to make pesto.
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I've cut down basil before and kept it flourishing for weeks in water; sometimes the plants even begin growing roots again. Actually digging them up and keeping some dirt is a new technique for me.
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