ok, this will possibly be the least rockstarrish journal entry that i’ve ever written.
forewarned is forearmed. and whatnot.
so before i left for this month long tour of europe i planted some herbs on my roof.
basil, sage, thyme, spearmint, oregano, peppermint, etc.
and when i left they were all little and struggling.
and i just got home and walked up to my roof to see that these aforementioned herbs have taken over my roof.
i had to get an acetylene torch just to burn a path through the carnage that they’ve wrought.
i leave a nice, urbane rooftop garden.
and i return to jurassic park, except this time the dinosaurs are plants.
the spearmint is the tyrannosaurus rex (or however it’s spelled).
my goodness…this spearmint plant needs it’s own zipcode it’s so huge.
note to people who are unable to grow anything:
grow spearmint.
even if you have a black thumb you could grow spearmint.
it could grow on the moon.
in other news it’s hot in manhattan.
hotter than turkey.
hotter than greece.
hotter than portugal.
hot.
h.o.t.t, hot.
luckily i had an airconditioner put in while i was away, so now it’s hot and loud in my apartment.
the heat is easier to bear with the roar of the a/c above my head. now i need to go and eat to build up my strength, cos the neighbors dog is missing and i think that spearmint plant ate it.
and i need to take matters into my own hands. i will not be bossed around by a plant.
thanks
moby