It may have taken almost a month to finally fill that herb box, but I did it and I couldn't be more ecstatic. I feel like the prodigy of two magnificent green thumbs (I guess four). You don't realize it as a kid, but the passions and excitement of your parents stream into you like blood in your veins. They become a part of you. They keep you alive. They make you who you are, and I am no doubt the child of a hydrangea grower and garden addict...