It doesn't. Or at least, it doesn't grow with anything I have planted this year. After using a scythe to get through the man-high foliage of whatever weeds were thriving there, I'm staring at it and getting ideas.
At the store today, luscious looking and delightful smelling potted vegetables and herbs were beckoning. The eggplant was especially wicked, and even the catnip giggled insanely as I dithered. Or was that me, giggling insanely?
I'll never know because the piece de resistance was the entire rack of basil, and it was crowing so lustily for attention that nothing else mattered.
I'm strategizing right now. I see fresh pesto in my future...
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