In the midst of a bank of pots of herbs, options including baby parsley, baby mint, baby dill, lavender out the wazoo and even green basil, my purple basil alone fell victim late last week to a leaf thief.
Someone of the animal persuasion, be it squirrel or rabbit or, heck, beagle mix who lives upstairs, decided to partake of all the leaves associated with my purple basil. I walked out there to water, and stopped, horrified, at the site of so many headless stalks.
I went out of town for the weekend, and returned to discover the pot was clean. No purple basil, even stalk-like, was left for the taking.
So I did what any intrepid gardener would do. I transplanted some of the stronger, taller Genovese basil into the former home of the purple stuff. If I can’t have colorful basil, then, by golly, I’ll have a heck of a lot of the green stuff. After all, it tastes just as good.