Sorry, couldn’t help myself with that title. But seriously—what the hell is going on with my dill? Last year, I totally killed it. And I don’t mean “killed it” like hipsters mean it, as in, holy crap I just kicked ass and I’m amazing. I mean I literally. Totally. Killed it. After just two weeks.
This year I decided to plant it again, because of course I would do better. With one more year of gardening under my belt, my thumb one brighter shade of green, I planted my dill with full confidence that I would grow that sucker tall and strong. I’d have so much of the stuff I’d be mixing it in with carrots, pickling my cucumbers with it, and making “dill onion bread.” In just a few short weeks I might literally turn Greek from all the batches of yogurt I’d mix it with. By hipster definition, I’d kill it. But shortly after:
I killed it. Every other herb in my herb garden is flourishing, but this guy sent up brown, stiff, ugly little middle fingers sprouting from the dirt. What’s up with my dill? What am I doing wrong? Because I’m kind of salivating over that onion dill bread that I’ve yet to make, and the stubborn little garden gnome that lives inside my head won’t allow me to purchase dill from the grocery store. Any ideas?