The gardening gods must have found favor on me, or at least some degree of pity. I'd started a pot of mint earlier this summer, a gift from my esteemed nurse. It looked good for a couple of weeks, then promptly, and without great ceremony, died. Mint is a glorified weed, how can it just DIE? Well, much to my surprise I found some in my front hedge row today. Not just this one lonely sprig, but several clumps. Hmmm.....what's that hand-crafted mint drink from the Commonwealth of Kentucky? Certainly sounds pretty good on a hot and humid Mississippi summer afternoon!
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