Relationship
I got home from work last week and found my dill plant keeled over, drooping down the side of the pot, limp, looking nearly lifeless.
I didn’t know if he could come back from that.
But I gave him water, lots of water, and checked on him neurotically the rest of the night.
By the time I fell asleep, he’d perked back up in the center, just a little.
And by the time I woke up the next morning, he was good as new — and speaking of, I’m pretty sure I even saw a few new sprouts.
So days later, I’m making chicken salad, and I go out to the balcony to collect some fresh dill, and I think about all of this.
How it’s nothing particularly special, what I did. Even an amateur knows how to spot + cure dehydration.
That’s not what I’m saying.