I'm lamenting the loss of my lemon basil tonight. I mean, it's been gone for about two months now, and I mourned its passing at the time, but for some reason, tonight I feel particularly sad that my lemon basil is No More.

This may have something to do with the fact that I'm not at all adept at keeping green things alive, so my success with M. Lemon Basil rather endeared him to me. It may also have something to do with my tendency to anthropomorphize...especially since I, as the Little Prince with his rose, have wasted time on my lemon basil and, thus, been tamed by him.

But I suspect I'm also missing warmth and summer and sunlight. All of which are creeping closer...but altogether too slowly to satisfy me.