My friends, my friends. This is a sad day indeed. Today marks the official end of The Parsley Chronicles. That’s right: my beloved parsley  the plant that could never be  finally ceased showing any signs of life today. The Obama Sprout, once a beacon of hope and prosperity, shriveled up and died, leaving no future for this once promising cup of life. Back in November when I started this experiment, I naturally assumed I’d be sitting here twelve weeks later with a lush bounty of herbal goodness on my window sill, but alas, it appears such grandiose dreams are only for the misguided and homeless.
Now I’m left with just a quiet cup of soil â€â€Ã‚ the ghosts of parsley sprouts lingering inside. It’s been an exciting journey for sure. There were those questionable first few weeks when it seemed like perhaps my seeds would never bear fruit. Then there was the exciting month of December when a verdant fomentation took hold of the cup. And, of course, there was the sudden White Plague that gripped the plant in the new year  a mysterious ailment that turned all the leaves pale and withered them down to the dirt from whence they came. I’ll never know what went wrong with my little guys, but I refuse to take any responsibility in their demise. I was good farmer, I tell you. If anything, the blame lies squarely with Ikea for providing substandard specimens. Need proof? The same exact thing happened to my friend Jash’s Ikea basil. Part of me thinks I should get my money back from the Swedish home furnishing giant. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. And I’ll lead a crusade on behalf of all the other well-intentioned customers who found themselves with dysfunctional seeds. My life’s mission has now become so clear. Yes, I’m going to be the Erin Brockovitch of minor horticultural woes.
In the meantime, let’s take a look at the final days of the parsley. Some tearjerking photos after the jump, as well as a tribute video that you all ought to see.
In an effort to save the Obama Sprout from certain death, I pruned its dead leaves, but alas, the drooping continued.
Aside from a few resilient stalks, prospects for life in the parsley cup were rapidly diminishing…
A funereal storm front appropriately swept into town, almost on cue.
It was time to face the inevitable…
The parsley had run its course.
No amount of doting could bring it back.
It was a good run.
But ultimately, this parsley was a colossal FAIL.
Smell ya later!
So this brings an end to The Parsley Chronicles, but fear not. Based on the strong feedback I received from the readers, I’m confident the series will be back for season two. In the meantime, please enjoy this retrospective: