Basil
Every morning, I look forward to rolling over on my side in my bed to peek over at my basil plant sitting in the window sill of my dorm. My body always feels the urge to start springing up out of bed just to hang my head over the top of the plant and take in its minty, earthy aroma. Sometimes I lean my face so far down into it that I can feel its leaves begin to tickle the bottom of my chin, it is almost as if my basil plant is giving me a good morning kiss as it grazes my skin. During the first weekend of college, as I decided to go on a tour of the grounds to familiarize myself with where my classes were, the Sustainability Club was outside of the O’Hill Dining Hall and begging for people who were passing by to take a free basil plant. I had been wanting to buy a small plant or two for the dorm, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to “ carpe diem ” this. Without hesitation, I ambled over to the tent where I was greeted by chipper, bright eyed Sustainability Club members.
