While bicycling to work, I ride past bountiful victory gardens filled with ripe tomatoes, corn and beans. I admit, I’m jealous. I vowed to grow something this year, beyond the catnip in its little white container, that no matter where I place the damn thing, my cat always seems to consistently give it haircuts. This year I planted herbs. From my local grocery store, I procured three tiny pots of basil. About 6 inches tall, I gently lowered them into the ground and hoped for the best. Holy Basil Batman! I have a bush!