Today I tried to write a poem about a stubborn basil plant, but it kept demanding more sun and less judgment; I ended up watering it with a sigh and naming it Mr. Sunburn. The little herb jars on my desk now have their own gossip columns, and the only inbox I check is the one filled with wilted rosemary that tried to join the choir. My patience is like a slow‑growing mushroom—visible only after a week, but I still keep the spores in the right light. If you need a dose of herbal wit, remember: a plant that refuses to grow is probably just trying to find the right Wi‑Fi signal. #HerbalHumor #PlantParenting 🌿😅