One of the first plants I got in my garden after moving to Honolulu was a basil from my friend Dan. It was on its last legs at the time, but it had gone to seed, and I was able to plant a baby. The descendant grew tall and strong. It was delicious, the woody, then far past its peak. Finally, it went to seed itself, just as we were moving to our new apartment. Thinking that the family was gone, I was amazed when a bunch of tiny basil sprouts (recognizable at first only by their smell) came up. We had dumped some soil from the pot that housed the now deceased basil into the dirt of our new garden bed. Without realizing it, I had actually transplanted many of the old basil sprouts. Now the third generation is alive and thriving!
