As the end of summer approaches, I’m spending as much time in the garden as I can. Tonight I’m admiring the mints. For obvious reasons I keep most of them in pots, although often they escape:
I like mints because they are easy to grow, beautiful and useful. I put a very high priority on useful. Feeling less than useful is, for me, one of the toughest things about this pandemic time.
“It is the destiny of mint to be crushed.” ~ Waverley Root
This year I used mint to underplant my fig trees. I have high hopes of a (small) fig harvest, but I am confident that we’ll have all the mint we can use for quite a while.
Aloisa loves the mints because she knows she can safely pick and eat the leaves. John likes to grab a handful to add to tea. I like mint in salads, where they remind me of the wonderful herb-filled salads I loved in Lebanon. It’s comforting to think that even now, despite how much is going badly, my friends in Lebanon have mint.
“The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.” ~ Jack Kerouac
If you need some mint, let me know; I am happy to share.
“The was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.” ~ Jack Kerou”The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.” ~ Jack Kero