Upon moving here two months ago, I found out that I had some hidden desire to grow things. I've never successfully grown anything in my life (my kids are still questionable), so I have no explanation why I have developed some insatiable urge to so now.
I was perusing the flowers at a local store one day because I decided that my deck needed some color. A kind lady helped immensely and made sure that I had everything that I needed to get started. I made the incredible comment that I would like an herb garden. I didn't even know what was coming out of my mouth until it was out there. Even my son, five-months-old at the time, looked at me like I'd just put the definition of insanity into a verbalized idea.
So, I left with cilantro, thyme, rosemary, oregano, and basil. I fully expected a casualty rate of 60-80% on my new little lifeforms. After some hiccups with the basil and rosemary (over-watering and too much sun), I thought I'd gotten everything under control. Then, about a week ago, my ever vibrant and overproducing cilantro began to show signs of malaise. Now, it is in critical care and will not last another week, and I've called in the hospice team to make it as comfortable as possible. I was just about to cut the life support this morning (dig that sonofagun out) when I decided that I would try this board to see if anything can be done.
I've been cutting the little buds off of it because YouTube let me know that this will prevent it from dropping seeds, thus ending its life cycle. Yet, it dies nonetheless. Perhaps I let it grow too tall or didn't clip it at the appropriate place? Maybe by reducing the water to the other plants I've doomed the cilantro to a slow death by dehydration? I just don't know.
Any advice is appreciated.