I wanted windowsill basil. That was the only thing I wanted to grow. Just some basil in a pot on the windowsill. Justin indulged me. We went to Lowe's. I bought a Thai basil plant and a Sweet basil plant and two planters that awesomely enough were named Ariana.
I had read that they didn't need a bunch of water. I thought they would have enough sun. I thought I would never have to buy overpriced basil again.
I was wrong.
Both plants started to die, wilting before my very eyes. The soil was moist, and the bamboo next to the pots kept growing, but the plants said "pblt" and keeled over.
I tried again.
I bought one more basil plant, this time at my local HEB. It smelled lovely- like hope and promise of yummy basil for years to come.
Hope lasted about a week, before it petered out in the same fashion as the previous two plants. I mourned the whole thing for a few days before I finally threw the plants out. I would look at them while doing dishes, wondering where did I go so horribly wrong as to not be able to grown a potted plant.
I don't know that I'll try again. I went through the same thing with pet goldfish when I was younger. I don't think I been the same since.