When he asked if I wanted to see his garden, I thought it was just a ploy to get me to go back to his house. I expected to find a few ratty, dehydrated plants in crummy, cracked pots. So, imagine my surprise when I stepped into his backyard and saw several patches of herbs growing all over the place.
He proudly pointed out his plants: basil, oregano, cilantro, rosemary, thyme, and the nub of a tomato plant. He excitedly talked about what he wants to grow next year, like some chili peppers and zucchinis. This fella's got a green thumb! Who knew?
The cutest part was how organized his garden was; little markers in the ground told me which herbs were which. The second cutest part was when he knelt down on his knee and tenderly touched a budding mint leaf, saying, "This little guy is gonna be ten times as big next time you see him." He clearly put a lot of love into this.
I gotta say, it was pretty adorable that he cared about his garden so much. He still put the moves on me, but who doesn't want to be kissed in a garden? That's some fairytale shit right there.